And the sweetest, spellbound feeling spilling from her heart.

Gabbe jumped up and seized the cocanut first, giving its contents a sniff. "Arriane, she has just been through a trama," she scolded. Arriane tossed her shoulders back. "Precisely why she needs something with a kick," she argued, holding the tray possessively while she and Gabbe engaged in a stare-down. "Fine," Arriane said, looking away from Gabbe.

Oh, jeez, please kill that metaphor,...Or kill me. One or the other.

I can resist you or flee from you or try my hardest not to respond to you, but it makes no difference. You fall in love with me, and I with you". Daniel to Luce Page 352

Had God created Love to make pain feel even worse?

this lifeless paper, cruel imposter, was the only to take her with him

When he turned to face her, the drawn look on his face was one of absolute agony as if Luce had just ripped his heart out