Christine Fonseca Quotes

A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck ... sweet. The feel of lips on my own ... forbidden.

My cheek stings with Demi's anger. On my lips, the taste of her skin lingers. The two sensations mix, intoxicating me. It's all too much. And yet, it's all so much more real than anything I've experienced before. I want to drink it up, let the rush crest over me. I feel alive. Powerful.
And I want more.

My hands are still bleeding, too bloody. Every stain once gone has returned, like a permanent mark of the sins I've committed.

I press my lips hard against hers, tasting her desire, her pain, her love, her confusion. At once I'm in two lives, two worlds, two places.

She's here, in front of me. Just my luck. I obsessed about her all night, working out a plan to find her and take her soul. After the disappointment in my kill last night, I knew nothing would satisfy me until I had her.
Only her.

I don't want to hurt her, don't want her to suffer. But the truth may hurt her more. I wrap my arms, my wings, around her as her body shutters.

Every spot his mouth touches closes the empty spaces inside.

Do it, Nesy. Say the words. Pierce my heart. Send me to the Abyss and end my suffering. Please. I won't stop you.

There is no point in thinking of what could've been; no point in belaboring the past.

Some things you just can't hide, no matter how thick the material.

A pang of deep longing ripples through me. I'm torn between my promise to send Aydan to the Abyss and my need to keep him safe. The opposing forces fragment what remains of my mind, breaking me down once again.

Dreams are funny things"..."Things seem so real when they are happening, only to fade instantly when the brain realizes they are mere images, shadows of the truth, but not part of it.

She smiles and snuggles into me as we wait for our table. I inhale her scent. Vanilla and something else. Something different. Smokey almost. Sexy. It drives me crazy with need and I have to move away while I can.

I'm not certain what I notice first, the bright flickering light that illuminates the darkness underneath my eyelids, or the shrill screams that pull me form the dredges of sleep. Either way, I'm awake. And afraid.

My mind is quiet now. There is no fire or ash, no sulfur or shattering glass. Only silence, empty and cold.

Each memory rips through me, and although I stow myself against the emotions, I can't prevent the pain that accompanies each image. Pain for a love never acknowledged, pain for a friendship now gone. Pain for a loss I can't possibly endure.

She slips into the seat at our table, refusing to look up at me. I reach for her hand, sending a shiver through me when our finger tips touch. She glances at me, her eyes filled with a feral fear that reaches into my depths, pulling on emotions I refuse to acknowledge. Things I can't feel now. Won't feel ever again.

I'd accepted my judgment without question. Agreed to live a mortal life. I didn't know my memories would come with me; didn't know I'd relive them every day.
Death would have been more merciful.

Cass pulls from my embrace, her mind reaching into my heart. Pain, anger, confusion pass through her eyes. My pain. My anger. My confusion. She swallows hard. "Because?"
"Because I traded it all, my heart, my memories, everything. For her.

Tell me you don't feel what I feel."
"That doesn't matter." She swallowed hard.
"It does to me." I brush my lips against hers.

The questions push me further into the space in between, the place where my madness lays waiting for me. I struggle with each question, determined to extract some sort of answer, an explanation for everything that has happened so far. But no answers come and I'm forced to acknowledge the feeling lodged between my two worlds
Terror.

What is love, Mikayel? Isn't it the most irrational of all human emotions? And the one most forbidden?

My world slips away and I again taste vengeance on my tongue.

I never mastered anything. I am damaged. Broken. And I always will be.

But there is nothing, no trace that she's ever existed. She is not here. She will never be here again.
Because of me.

I want to know what it is to love, to hate, to lust, to kill. I want it all. And I shouldn't

Ien stopped her voice with more kisses, more promises of a world filled with only them.

Forever. He carved the word into his soul. Kiera was his forever, deformity or no deformity.

My thoughts are quiet, but not calm. There is a terror on the edge of the silence, a terror fed by my burning flesh and the stench of death.