Character Bookmarks

Character specific bookmarks with quotes from a corresponding chapter.

Aayla: "He was crying as I began to sink to the ground. I glanced at where his voice pierced me and crimson stained my white sari. It blossomed out like the pain as it reached my brain. All the neural receptors exploding in a firework death. My hands, stained with blood that was too cold, reached for him and the ocean fell from those pecan pools."

Alex: "His eyes never left the wytch, that unasked question hanging on the tip of his tongue, the forefront of consciousness. His face was riddled with thoughts and emotions, a poem lost in the translation of silence."

Kahmran: I had let myself fall into the blood-lust of rage. He had harmed my friends, people I trusted and wanted to keep safe. Though I don't think I'd ever tell Raine that. He slammed his shadows into me, one after another after another. Each time, I staggered back a half step, the smile on my face too primal to be my own."

Maho: "I could only taste the othe that had been calling to me this whole time. The majik she hid so deep in herself that I had not been able to place it. I lurched forward and clamped down harder this time. I inhaled, blood hitting the back of my throat. Everything else forgotten in the carnal need to devour that majik. The earthly desire to conquer the stars."

Mikhail: "Her majik writhed in this place. It was everywhere, breathing yet suffocating. It was water and then it was not. But when the city hum faded away into the retreating skyline, when the trees took over and we were left with ourselves, she was all that I could feel."

Raine: "I wrapped my hand in a barrier and grabbed hers. "Aayla, I love you. And I will not stop fighting for you, even if you're the one I have to fight."

She swiped her hand through my cheek, causing me to stagger back. "Then you better cast aside any thoughts of going to those people. You will not become a criminal." "

Yangin: "I settled back into myself and reached out with my majik. In the cool air, the scent of amber was strongest as the majik blanketed the rest of my senses. I pulled at the threads of light that surrounded me. Pulled them into a ball until I could feel the warmth in my hands, radiating onto my chest. This light was far more delicate than that of its summer sibling."