“...She'd drawn the moment of her death.No. NO. She'd DRAWN herself to death.”

“This Army of Light was mine. I had summoned it. I had DRAWN it.Could I have stopped it? I don't know.The truth is, I didn't want to.”

“Run, she told herself. Run, you idiot, run.But she didn't. She couldn't. She just... couldn't.”

“The grief in her green eyes slips then hardens and, for an instant, Pendleton sees the woman she has become and has no right being, not at sixteen.”

“Why can't you like me?" he said, his voice breaking. His scent steamed then, hot and heady with a welter of contradictions: apples and fire and electric roil of those cold, black shadows. "Why can't you like me just a little?"She would never know how she might have answered, because he never gave her the chance.Instead, he kissed her.”

“The things you think about when you're a hair's breath away from getting yourself killed.”

“I doubted I would need my eyes. I drew in the dark, after all.”