“Blood always weighed the heaviest when it belonged to someone else.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?" Westin growled as they entered the house. Lia twirled a bit."I am in a good mood. Is that not allowed?""For most people, yes, it's preferred. On you, it's creepy. What's up?”

“If they had met on different grounds, he may have been able to help her. Now all he could do was hope they reached the end with as little blood shed as possible.”

“She floated across the boundary of realms, nothing more than a human shell. She existed but only as a shadow of who she once was.”

“She has this passion to learn everything she can about life, and it is so amazing to see everything through her eyes. She’s guarded in a way that even she can’t explain, but she is embracing this life and giving it all. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.”

“Blood always weighed the heaviest when it belonged to someone else.”

“He felt the imaginary weight of shackles press against his soul. He bound himself to her once more.”

“The sudden pounding in her chest, the trembling of her hands, the inflation of her lungs. It was exactly like being alive. It was reanimating the dead.”