Her smile was peculiar - it made her nose wrinkle, not as though she smelled something unpleasant, but more that she was so amused, her whole face wanted to be a part of the smile.

He looked at her, and the clarity of his dark eyes struck her heart with a sensation of a wound touched.

I don't know how you persist in being so stubborn-" "It's a superpower. I was bitten by a radioactive mule.

All I've ever wanted was to be near you.

Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. 'Of course he wasn't! Who could kill Razo?

I was under the stars, like a fish is under water.

Really, becoming a writer sounds more like a mental illness than a professional choice.