I can't seem to keep my heart from leaking out of the cracks, like sand clutched in a fist. Kiersten White More Quotes by Kiersten White More Quotes From Kiersten White Eyes like streams of melting snow,” she said, and it was all I could do not to roll my melting snow eyes. Kiersten White melting eye snow Ah, stupid, you know I love you, too. Kiersten White stupid knows love-you Reth laughed. I punched him. It hurt. Me, not him, unfortunately. Kiersten White it-hurts hurt-me hurt Lend and I certainly didn't start off on the right foot"-only Raquel would refer to Lend punching her and then us imprisoning him in an IPCA cell and interrogating him as being the "wrong foot"- "but he's always been good to you,and I have no doubt you two will be able to work this out. Kiersten White cells feet two It’s really over, isn’t it?” He laughed and pulled me into his lap. “That’s the beauty of it all. Nothing’s over. It’s just a new start. Kiersten White new-start over-it lap Soap operas got nothing on my family history. Kiersten White soap opera my-family Oh, shut up. He is not saying that he's too good-looking to be friends with girls. But then again, yesterday at the beach, there were a high percentage of beach beauties sitting very close to us and/or sauntering repeatedly past. And he never looked up once. I snort. "You poor handsome thing. If only you were ugly, then girls wouldn't have to throw themselves at you all the time. I could break your perfect nose for you, if it'd make your life easier. Kiersten White girl beach past There's a reason cats were near deity in ancient Egypt. Dogs may be loyal, but cats are smart. This one must recognize our bond. You can take the cat ouf of Egypt, but you can't take Egypt out of the cat. Wow, I should have that embroidered on a pillow or something. Kiersten White smart cat dog I will fill myself with the desert and the sky. I will be stone and stars, unchanging and strong and safe. The desert is complete; it is spare and alone, but perfect in its soltitude. I will be the desert. Kiersten White stars strong sky I open my eyes to see Ry staring at me, and my desert soul erupts with turquoise water, floods and cascades and waterfalls rushing in around my rocky parts, pushing and reshaping and filling every hidden dark spot. Kiersten White rushing eye dark My heart is sand and Orion's cruel tide has washed it away from me, scattered it, lost it. Kiersten White tides orion heart I'm fine." It's a lie. I am not fine. My head is a symphony of pain, a sadistic master maestro conducting an opus of excruciating, devastating perfecting. Kiersten White symphony pain lying I am the ocean we lived on for two months. I am empty. I am nothing. Kiersten White ocean months two In the interest of not pissing you off anymore tonight, let's not select that particular playlist. Kiersten White select tonight interest I walked toward her office,lost in thought about Lish, and poor Steve,and all the other souls I'd sent out of this life,some quite literally. Where did they go?Did Steve go the same place as Lish?And was it vampire Steve ir normal Steve? What exactly happened to the souls when their human bodies died and became vampires?And then when the vampire bodies died?Hello,headache. Kiersten White vampire office soul I was thinking about framing, and how so much of what we think about our lives and our personal histories revolves around how we frame it. The lens we see it through, or the way we tell our own stories. We mythologize ourselves. So I was thinking about Persephone's story, and how different it would be if you told it only from the perspective of Hades. Same story, but it would probably be unrecognizable. Demeter's would be about loss and devastation. Hades's would be about love. Kiersten White perspective loss thinking Eyes like streams of melting snow, cold with the things she does not know. Heaven above and Hell beneath, liquid flames to hide her grief. Death, death, death with no release. Death, death, death with no release. Kiersten White flames grief eye I closed my eyes. The only things I knew about why Empty Ones worked the way we did was that we had room for extra souls because we started out with less, and that we could make gates because of our innately human sense of home. But my home was here. How on earth was I supposed to find another one?The gate needs to be opened and closed before dawn, Cresseda said, a hint of strain flowing through her voice.YES. THANKS FOR THAT. VERY HELPFUL RIGHT NOW. Kiersten White voice eye home I start at the beginning, mentally screaming every obscenity I can in alphabetical order. Then I start setting them to the tune of "Row, Row, Row Your Boat Kiersten White boat tunes order - "Control what an interesting word for you to be dwelling on" - "I have other words" I scream the F-Word in my head, over and over again. Kiersten White scream dwelling interesting
