“I felt something stir within me. It took a moment to recognise it. Anger.”

“For a second I felt content, an emotion so unfamiliar it took me a moment to identify it.”

“Something in my gut twisted so hard that it felt like I was being tickled by an invisible hand, and it took me a moment to realize what it was. Hope. It had been so long since I'd felt it that the sensation was like something living inside me, something wonderful waiting to break free, just like I was.”

“He took my hand in his. I gasped when our skin touched and looked into his eyes in a kind of shocked wonder, my eyes wide. His hand was smooth and warm, a few degrees warmer than it should be, and that heat sank into me, but it was not his heat that made me gasp. It felt like a storm resided within his skin and the moment our hands met, the storm and heat went raging through my veins, leaving my skin tingling and my heart fluttering while also making my blush deeper. It was like heat lightning, flashes of brilliance without sound that told of an impending storm. It awakened something within me, something I did not know existed, and took my breath away. I had never felt anything like it before.”

“I was still mad at her, but it felt different when I could see her than when I couldn't. Watching her took some of that anger away.”

“In moments of great uncertainty on my travels, I have always felt that something is protecting me, that I will come to no harm.”