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“A soft mist blew around them. Raindrops glistened in his hair, shimmering under the pale glow of the light post. His eyes were shadowed beneath wispy fringes, but the silver in them glinted like pools of liquid mercury. Her breath caught. It must have made a sound because his fingers tightened. His shaky exhale whispered across her face.
“This,” he whispered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him. “Is why you are so bad for me.”
― Airicka Phoenix, Games of Fire

“I don’t know how to dance!” she said.

His arms tightened around her when she tried to pull away. “Then just let me hold you.”
― Airicka Phoenix, Touching Eternity

“The fiery tickle of outrage burned up her throat. “How the hell would you know that when you never gave me a chance?”
Something dark and scorching flickered behind his eyes. “Because no other girl has ever made me want to forget all my own rules for them.”
― Airicka Phoenix, Games of Fire

“She was left to beg for mercy only to burn in torment again the next day. She was a weed struggling through cracks of concrete, unwanted, undesired, crushed and abused under trampling feet. She would never see the sun. She would never be free. She would always be a solitary candle in the dark, cold without a flame to warm it, forever peering out at the world through a laminated sheet of glass too thick to penetrate. When she died, if she was ever allowed, no one would ever know. She would pass a faded ghost of a girl abandoned by all.”
― Airicka Phoenix, Touching Eternity