I rolled my eyes in aggravation and glared at the ceiling, hating what I had to confess. Lend knew how much it affected me, taking souls, and I always felt guilty and dirty, like he was judging me even though he tried not to. The faerie came after me when Reth was down and I sucked out some of her soul.Good.I-Good?Yes. Good.I shuddered. You don't have the creepy, ice thing in you. It's not good.You here, safe and alive? Good.I smiled sadly and knocked on the wall three times. I-knock-love-knock-you-knock.He knocked three times back.
Evie-you-GAH!" Lend shouted, and I looked up at him, surprised. - Kiersten White
Evie-you-GAH!" Lend shouted, and I looked up at him, surprised.
- Kiersten White
Eyes like streams of melting snow,” she said, and it was all I could do not to roll my melting snow eyes. - Kiersten White
Eyes like streams of melting snow,” she said, and it was all I could do not to roll my melting snow eyes.
I'd tell him, though. Soon. Soonish. Eventually. - Kiersten White
I'd tell him, though. Soon. Soonish. Eventually.
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you. - Kiersten White
And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
The only life I want is one with you. - Kiersten White
The only life I want is one with you.
Planning is not my friend. Impulse is. - Kiersten White
Planning is not my friend. Impulse is.
It’s really over, isn’t it?” He laughed and pulled me into his lap. “That’s the beauty of it all. Nothing’s over. It’s just a new start. - Kiersten White
It’s really over, isn’t it?” He laughed and pulled me into his lap. “That’s the beauty of it all. Nothing’s over. It’s just a new start.
Are you Evelyn Green?” “Sort of. Mostly. I mean, legally. Again, sort of. - Kiersten White
Are you Evelyn Green?” “Sort of. Mostly. I mean, legally. Again, sort of.
I can't seem to keep my heart from leaking out of the cracks, like sand clutched in a fist. - Kiersten White
I can't seem to keep my heart from leaking out of the cracks, like sand clutched in a fist.
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