“love is but an echo in her head”
“With a sigh, I moved my lips once more against hers before shifting and pulling her body to my side. “I’m in love with you.”Echo settled her head in the crook of my arm as her fingertips lazily touched my face. “I know. I love you, too.”
“But i loved Echo. I needed her. And i was going to win her back.”
“He loved her, as you can only love someone who is an echo of yourself at your time of deepest sorrow.”
“The voice of a rebeck echoed from somewhere behind him. The music echoed and echoed until it entered his head, still echoing. It suffused his body and he felt himself to be large, very large, not a child at all. And his skin was not his own.”
“There is no love that is not an echo.”