I'll catch you angel, i'll always catch you.

Go home, Gideon. Please." "I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with you.

As a writer, it's disheartening to write books that you pour your soul into and not have them distributed widely enough to find their audience.

When a story captures me, it comes quickly and easily.

It's going to be a lot of work, Gideon," Eva warned him. "I'm not afraid of work." He was touching me restlessly as if it were as necessary to him as breathing. "I'm only afraid of losing you.

Reminds me of the red dress you wore the first time I had you. That was it for me, you know. You devastated me. There was no coming back from that.

Oh, Eva." He rubbed his cheek against my damp face. "I must've wished for you so hard and so often you had no choice but to come true.