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539 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published December 1, 1995
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I pray to the saint of books to please save me from simplistic plots and idiotic heroines. Amen
“If I have to die, I’d rather die knowing someone cared about me, just once. Is that really too much to ask?"
"For us? Yes. It is. We are the gutter and the gutter is all we’ll ever be. Don’t reach out for the stars. They’ll burn you until there’s nothing left. "
"Then let me burn.”
“In your palms, I’ve placed my life, my secrets. I give you freedom to leave me at any time. I’m not easy to love. No one ever has. All I ask is that you always keep your silence, if not for me, then for the families of the others you’d destroy.”
“Everyone has a choice. (Kiara)
No, princess, they don’t. Choices aren’t always up to us. Life and circumstances can shred even the stoutest soul. No matter how pure and untainted you think you are, I promise you that you, too, can be shoved into the darkness, just like we were. (Syn)”
“I wish I could take away your pain. I wish I could go back to when you were born and take you somewhere safe. Far away from all the people who’ve hurt you.”
His eyes were liquid emeralds. “You’re doing that now.”
“What the hell was that action?” Syn asked him.
“I think it’s something called ‘paternal concern.’ ”
Syn scowled at his bland explanation. “What . . . ? You sure? I thought that crap was a myth.”
Nykyrian shrugged. “No, really. I watched it once in a documentary. It was fascinating. Believe it or not, there are people out there who actually have feelings for their progeny.”
“Get the fuck out. No way. You’re screwing with my head again, aren’t you?”
“No. I swear. You just saw it with your own eyes. I did not make that shit up.”
Syn shivered. “Yeah but it’s really messing with my concept of the natural order of the universe. Paternal love? What’s next? Limb regrowth? Genetic splicing reversals?”
*“You have to learn to smile through your pain. Sometimes it’s all we got.”*
“Thank you."
"For what?"
"For giving me a life worth living. I know I’m not worth it, and that I don’t deserve it, but I swear to the gods I finally believe in that I will spend every moment I have left making you happy and trying to be worthy of you.”
“Nykyrian, you are worth everything to me. And you always will
be.”