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

The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.

Loneliness in a crowd of people was the worst kind of loneliness, but she couldn't help it.

Daniel Grigori!" Arriane hooted through her hands. "No!" Daniel hooted back without missing a beat.

I don’t know how you can stand it. Over and over again, the same sadness—” He lifted her up. “The same ecstasy—” “The same fire that kills everything—” “The same passion that ignites it all again. You don’t know. You can’t remember how wonderful—” “I’ve seen it. I do know.

You're an angel", Luce said, "I'm in love with an angel".

She liked the way he smelled - kind of free and open, like driving with the windows down at night.