Those who lived in peaceful nations had looked the other way as members of their own species starved on their door step.

I thought you were supposed to be pretending I don’t exist, not irritating me to death.

Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.

He looks at you like... like you're something to eat.

Happy and sad, elated and miserable, secure and afraid, loved and denied, patient and angry, peaceful and wild, complete and empty...all of it. I would feel everything. It would all be mine.

I know you think that I have some kind of perfect, unyielding self-control, but that's not actually the case. - Edward Cullen

After all, what was more important, in the end, than love?