“The more she loved, the more she ached.”
“she whispers it aloud, 'lorelei.' the sound makes her ache, makes the word even more beautiful, even more real. ”
“Love your spirited child for who she is. Because she is more, she will make you more.”
“I've a sense for these things. Tonight you're aching for a man."At that, she glanced away. "You might be right, Scot," she said casually, then faced him once more. Her voice a purr, she said, "But are you the man I await...where I ache?”
“For the first time, she did want more. She did not know what she wanted, knew that it was dangerous and that she should rest content with what she had, but she knew an emptiness deep inside her, which began to ache.”
“... and she loved a boy very, very much-- even more than she loved herself.”