“Where's the fire, Lucy Dervish?'In me. Under my skin.”

“He's everywhere. He's on my skin, under my skin, in my heart, in my soul”

“You have slipped under my skin, invaded my blood, and seized my heart. You have poisoned me.”

“My skin will never work like that again, so aware of the other person that I'm unsure where she ends and I begin. Never again. Never again will my skin be a thing that can so perfectly communicate; in losing my skin to the fire, I also lost the opportunity to make it disappear with another person.”

“A shaft of sunlight fell on me, making my dress look like fire and my skin glow like pearls. The shadows around me darkened, as if my glowing skin were leeching the light from everything around me. I was a lantern on the longest, darkest moonless night.”

“The way he kissed me felt like a brand. Like he was tattooing himself under my skin.”