Quotes from Sophie Jordan

We can't stop loving and caring about others just because it hurts when we lose them.

I thought you were gone, Pepper. It was bad enough to lose you the first time, but to lose you like that? I couldn't have dealt with that.

He may be stronger, but I'm not defenseless. He knows that, of coarse. That's why he's here. He wants me for what I can do after all.

Life is full of regrets. They'll cripple you if you let them.

The heart that truly loves never forgets.

You're scared," he said quietly. "Scared?" I scoffed. "Of what?" "Of anything real. And what we have is real. You love me and it terrifies you." "I don't love you," I lied. He grabbed my face then, dragging me closer with both hands. "You love me. I know you do. I know it because I can see it in your eyes . . . in the way you look at me." He inhaled. "It's the same way I look at you.

His low voice breaks the stillness. "You didn't say what you were doing out this late." "I couldn't sleep either," I reply. Not a lie. His mouth curves. "So we're perfect for each other. A pair of insomniacs." Perfect for each other. I grin a mad, stupid smile.

Oh. Yeah? Then do me a favor and explain it to me. Why is Hunter so important? Why does it gotta be him? 'Cause that's what this is about, right? You fuck me but you still want to be with him.

Before I sought truth. Now I seek justice.

But you're worried I'll get in trouble?" I try not to show how much this pleases me. I've managed to ignore him for days now and here I sit. Lapping up his attention like a neglected puppy. My voice takes on an edge. "Why do you care? I've ignored you for days." His smile fades. He looks serious, mockingly so. "Yeah. You got to stop that.

Pleasure suffused her and she snuggled deeper into his arms, her heart clenching when he tightened his hold on her. After a while his breathing slowed and his hold relaxed. Convinced he slept, she whispered, "You should have been my first." A small ache pinched her heart. His chest vibrated beneath her hand, sending a thrilling shiver up her spine as his deep voice rumbled through the air, "I'll be your last.

Leaning down, he whispers for my ears alone. "Prove them wrong.

Jacinda, Sorry, but I had to leave town for a farm thing. Try not to knock any other teachers unconscious while I'm gone. See you soon (but not soon enough), Will

Things happen. Things that you think you'll never get over. But you do. You move on. It gets better with time. You forget. Forgive. Whatever. Life goes on and you go on with it.

I want you," he said starkly, the barest quiver in his hoarse voice. "Me and you. Together." He drew in a deep breath, his broad chest lifting. "But I can't chase you forever.

I once saw a show about an amputee who lost his leg and still feels it. He actually wakes up at night to scratch his leg as if it's still there, attached to him. They call it a phantom limb. I would be like that. A phantom draki, tormented with the memory of what I once was.

What happened to you, baby?

Just because we are carriers doesn't mean that we have to live without conscience. The minute we forget that, the minute it's every man for himself... then all is lost. We've become the monsters they say we are.

Run from me, Grier Hadley, and I'll follow. I'll track you down and find you.

This heat must be hell on your draki. Really blistering it. I'll wait. Check back in on you in about—" He tilts his head back as though calculating just how long I could make it here. "Five weeks," he announces. Five weeks, huh. I'm almost surprised he would grant me that much time. "Oh, my mother will just love you popping in. She'll probably cook a pot roast.

This is impossible." "This what?" I clutch the collar of his shirt in my fingers. His face is so close l study the varying color of his eyes. For a long time, he says nothing. Stares at me in that way that makes me want to squirm. For a moment, it seems that his irises glow and the pupils shrink to slits. Then, he mutters, "A hunter in love with his prey

He stiffens against me, pain written all over the mess of a face. He grabs my face in his hands. Holds me. "It's not over. We're not through, Jacinda." His eyes blister, glitter darkly. "I'll find you. I will. We'll be together again.

Feeling his heart, it occurs to me that it beats just like everyone else's. Like mine.

Jacinda nearly manifested at school today," Tamra tattles in that singsong voice of whiny kids everywhere. It reminds me of when I would take her dolls and give them haircuts.