Kiersten White

This is the tragedy of knowing my fate: I have seen how it ends, and I will walk right into it, and nothing will change.

Thank you for giving me another chance.""Thank you for deserving one.

Clinical, brilliantly medical-minded Adam believes in fate. A fate with Fia.

In the daylight, order ruled, fences stood, how-do-you-do's and polite nods were the recipe. But at night, darkness rendered everything still and hush and secret. Minnie was a curator of secrets.

Jack might look my age, but he was like a little kid on a sugar high --- in need of a good spanking. --- Good heavens, that sounded creepy.

...sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on a freaking date.

Sometimes I wanted to take a memory - one perfect memory - curl up in it, and go to sleep.

The last time she was up here, she had been... staring up at the sky and dreaming of stars. Now, she looked down and plotted flames.

People respond to kindness. They trust a smile more than a promise that you will leave them choking on their own blood.

I wish many things, but I wish I had been able to tell you that I love you, in so many more ways than that word can convey in Alben.

There__ a word for the first blush of youthful love free of desire. For longing to be with someone so much you would rather throw yourself to the tides than be without them. For the stale but steady relationship between faithful members of an arranged marriage. For how to feel about someone you thought was everything but ended up never feeling the same way about you. For the poison left over when you love someone and it ends so badly you cannot release the feelings. For the love between a mother and her children, a father and his children, a grandmother and her progeny, the love between two dear friends, the love that is the first building block of a lifelong affair. There__ even a word for a love so devastating nothing before or after is ever seen the same.

Shadows go in front of you, leading into your future, and trail behind you, leaving a part of you in the past. They are clearest when we are in the light, and disappear when we lose ourselves in darkness.

The price of living seems to always be death.

Those same fists had always defied everything expected of her.

Fire burned in her heart, and her wounded soul spread out, casting a shadow like wings across her country.

Lada made her face stone, her heart a mountain. A mountain that would never be pierced to let cold, clear water flow. __othing holds me here.

Why must I always be a man's servant?" Lada demanded. "If anything, I should be partners with the devil, not his servant.

Do you dislike Children? I ask, entertained at the little one__ cleverness in dodging capture attempts. __ don__ dislike them, nor do I like them. I__e never understood why one must love children simply because they are children. I don__ love people because they are people; in fact, I rarely like any people at all. If a child is somehow deserving of admiration, I certainly won__ deny it, but why hand it out like candy on Queen__ Day?_ I laugh, surprising him. __o you think me terribly cruel, then?_ __ctually, I agree. It is another great fault of mine my mother endeavored to correct. Children in general I__e never cared for, though individual children I love very much.