Why do I always have to be the one who says 'stop'?" I demanded, my voice little more than a moan. "You don't. In fact, at this point I'm considering a petition to that word stricken from the English language." His grin was almost lazy, the gleam in his eyes an effortless challenge. "If I did, would you sign?
Rachel VincentI mean, creatures who only exist in the dark don't know they're missing the sun, right? But once you've seen the sun. Once you've seen it light up the world ... once you've felt its heat all around you ... inside you ..." He clutched his own chest, and my heart cracked open. "Its hard to live in the dark after the sun dies.
Rachel VincentI got more than I bargained for with him, too. Much more. I know heโs completely different now, but he was really nice and funny when he was human. But apparently his manners didnโt survive the transition.โ Marc smiled. โYeah, well , yours didnโt survive puberty, so you canโt really talk.
Rachel VincentMy aunt and overprivileged cousin only recognize two states of being: glitter and grunge. And if you werenโt glitter, well, that only left one other option.
Rachel VincentYou're the brightest thing I've ever seen, Kaylee. You're this beautiful ball of fire spitting sparks out at the world, burning fiercely, holding back the dark by sheer will. And I always knew that if I reached out -- if i tried to touch you -- I'd get burned. Because you're not mine. I'm not supposed to feel the fire. I'm not supposed to want it. But I do. I want you, Kaylee, like I've never wanted anything. Ever. I want the fire. I want the heat, and the light, and I want the burn.
Rachel Vincent