“I respond, thoughts dropping away, like pebbles plopping one by one in water, sinking down, down into dark oblivion.”

“Run from me, Grier Hadley, and I'll follow. I'll track you down and find you.”

“The water is still and smooth. Polished glass. Not a ripple of wind disturbs the dark surface. Low-rising mist drifts off liquid mountains floating against a purple-bruised sky. An eager breath shudders past my lips. Soon the sun will break.”

“His hand glides down my arm, folds over my hand. His fingers lace with mine, palms kissing. I can feel the fast thud of his heart through this single touch.”

“I remember you. You were like burning firelight in that cave, all shimmery, dancing color." I lean closer over the island, mesmerized by his words, his hand on my face. If he keeps talking this way, he's going to see me like that again. "Tell me you thought about me. That you think about me now." "I thought about you," I whisper, "I've never stopped thinking about you." Somehow I doubt I ever will.”

“The one voice I would hear even in death. A rotting corpse in the ground, I would sit up and take notice.”

“He stares at me so darkly, so hungily that I can only nod. Agree. Of course, I feel it. "I do", I admit.”