“She was no longer theirs. She was his.And he was hers.And this was their world.”

“Kissing her was something he'd never grow tired of. It was like drinking warm sunshine or licking the sugary sweetness of honey from a spoon.Smooth, silky-soft, and delicate and ultra feminine. She inspired possessiveness such that he all but screamed that she was his.And the hell of it was she didn't even know it.”

“...she studies to be equal in a world that is no longer surprised at anything”

“She murdered for her truth, and they had died for theirs.”

“She's alright,for a thirteen-year-old, he thought, Shame she won't be around for much longer.”

“Taka reached over and put his hand on hers as the plane began to climb. She didn't look his way, didn't open her eyes, but her hand turned beneath his and caught his fingers, entwining them with hers. Until they were high in the sky over the Pacific and she fell asleep and her hand loosened in his.And still he held it. Until he, too, fell asleep.”