…it’s my job to lead you to success, and, if you fail, it’s because I failed, not you.’” (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)

His entire presence was like gravity, impossible to forget, possible to believe in, a theory merged into a law.

She used to tell me that a full moon was when mysterious things happen and wishes come true.

Sometimes we hurt the ones we love, but hurting ourselves to avoid it doesn’t make it better.

Chaos within destiny. It was the definition of our love.

Until they feel what we feel, they will never fully understand the own hell they caused.

It’s alright, kiddo. I’ll love you no matter how you are. No matter if you are gifted or not, your mother and I will love you all the way to the end of forever…

She was always daydreaming. She never wanted to live in the real world; she always seemed to be separated from other children her age. They couldn’t understand her or her imagination. She was always thinking...

She was strong and stubborn but loving. She was an untouchable angel with a devil’s mark. She was beautiful.

Her kiss could kill us, and my consent signed our death certificates, selfishly and without control. (Eric)

His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.

I’m just helping someone who is unfortunate. Is that a crime?

It was almost painful to be different.

War?’ The word held too much definition for three letters.

I live within my daydreams and nightmares; through that, I have learned to create, and I never cease from doing so.

My insanity begged for a distraction. (Eric)

I was falling in love with her, and she was falling in love with me. It was fated, decided before any of us were born, and I hated it as much as I loved it....

It’s going to be okay, Eric,” Urte said, helping me sit up. I shook my head. “Lying is my forte, Urte, not yours.” (Eric.)

We had grown into one another somewhere along the way. We were officially a team.

Anyone could be anybody. (Eric)

Instead of a criminal or a drug addict, I was looking at a boy—just a boy.

The comfort was peculiarly chilling.

One moment of true happiness was worth all the moments of pain. (Jessica)

What fueled this hatred? Society.

The rebel inside of me always ignored the rules.

Identity was everything, but it seemed I never had one. (Jessica)

But this girl—She reminded me of what it was like to believe in something. Her hope was naïve, but it was real, and I hadn’t felt something real in years. Nothing positive anyways. (Eric)

I liked this rich lifestyle, but I loved the poor lifestyle better. The less money people had, the less greedy they seemed to be. The people who lived around our flocks seemed to always love...

I found him between a reality and a nightmare.

I didn’t even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn’t need one to know her. (Eric)

Fate was tricky like that. It consumed us when we thought we were free, and it freed us when we thought we were captured.

Tell me, how do get away from your own self?” she questioned. I knew what she meant with a sickening realization. They knew what I was. Somehow, they had found out my only secret.

I was born into chaos. I didn’t know what peace felt like.

Remember how far you’ve come, and you won’t have to rely on a destiny for your future. It will come on your own.

Love crosses the sky on a peculiar disturbing night.

Everything seemed so unreal—so supernatural—and I had to remind myself that is was. We weren’t human. We never were. (Jessica)

I leaned against the desk, ran my hand over my father’s paperwork, and picked up a pen. Turning around, I shoved it into my father’s hand. “What’s this?” he asked, raising a brow. “You’ll need...

I would only blame myself if something happened to you.

The fantasized kiss was stolen time from the dreams…

Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric)

Depends on who wins, I guess.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I’ll wake up with sweat drenching my chest and think it’s the blood and muck I was covered in that night.

Harmony would only come with destruction.

I can’t take back the past, but I can fight for the future.

The rules of life are nothing that cannot be fixed.

Don’t trust anybody else—no matter how close you are to them.” (Eric)

His resonating stare fluttered through my memory, and I shivered. I hadn’t seen kindness in his pupils. I only saw intensity, and, I hated to admit it, but he was beyond intimidating. He was overwhelming....

I’m assuming you have a reason behind this irrational need to conform to this institution.” (Eric)

Watching them was like watching the sunset and the sunrise, equally beautiful in different ways.

Shadows could be anywhere in blackness. (Eric)