Christine Fonseca Quotes

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.

There are few things I hate more than feeling weak. Needing help or failing top the list. The worst, however, is knowing that all three just happened.

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

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

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.

He would die in this room, buried alive by the weight of his life.

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

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

Every spot his mouth touches closes the empty spaces inside.

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