There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die. - Ty from Stolen

This be OK?' I asked, innocently. 'You want me to have no skin left?' You rolled your eyes. Actually, don't answer that one.

I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.

It didn't make me glow. I felt more like I was fading away, like the world had forgotten me.

The deep blue of your eyes had secrets. I wanted them.

Because it's magic, this place . . . beautiful. And you're beautiful . . . beautifully separate. It all fits.

I looked down at my stomach. I grabbed at it, seeing how much fat I could lift up in a roll. "Don't worry," you said, one eye open again like a crocodile watching me. "You're beautiful." You tipped your head back. "Beautiful," you murmured. "Perfect.