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460 pages, Paperback
First published November 27, 2012
“I want you to see that I’m unwilling to risk your life for his.”
“He is my life!”
When I’m with Reed, it all fits. What I want is right in front of me. All I have to do is reach out and take it.
“Just when you think that maybe Brennus is running' out of crazy, he shows up with a brand new can of it... economy size.”
‘This is awkward as ass.’
“How ex are we talking?"
"The kind where you have to take everything that he ever gave you and bury it in the backyard so there will be nothing to remind you of how much you loved him.”
“You were afraid of me? Don't you meet with the Fallen in Sheol?"
"Yes, but none of them had ever stolen my heart nor left me without words to ponder its loss.”
“Evie's head is pressed tightly to my chest; I would pull her inside of me and have my heart beat for us both if I could.”
“Her heart begins to sing to me, the Siren's song that's calling me to shipwreck. I go to it willingly. When her lips meet mine, I know I'm lost, I'm found - I'm home.”
“I lose myself in her: her scent, her touch, and the taste of her. I will never get enough.”
“I’m lost without you, Evie. I’m only found in your eyes.”
As my finger’s graze Reed’s skin, I whisper to him, “Doubt thou the stars are fire…” My hand glows as if it’s being lit from within, drawing some of the poison from Reed’s flesh. Something breaks within my wing, while I see his wing straighten.
Reed stumbles back from me, breaking the connection before I can bond to him fully. He’s stunned, shaking his head, like he’s shaking the cobwebs from it. I move to him again, saying softly, “Doubt that the sun doth move…” I rest my hand on his shoulder and see the bloody puncture wounds marring his skin close up and smooth over, leaving it flawless once again.
“Doubt truth to be a liar…” I fall against Reed. His arms encircle me, holding me to his chest. “But never doubt that I love…” My voice falters as blood oozes from the opening puncture wounds along my neck and chest. The strength drains from me as I gaze up at Reed’s perfect green eyes.
And then, I hear Reed whisper near my ear, “But never doubt that I love…I love thee best, O most best, believe it,” while clutching me tightly to him.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.