Spark of the Everflame (Kindred's Curse, #1)

by Penn Cole

But I was made of swinging fists and rash words, my edges too jagged and my temper too hot. Nothing about me was delicate.

Don’t choose a mediocre life for a mediocre man. Go be exceptional. If he’s worth it, he won’t judge you. And if he’s really the one, he’ll come along for the ride.”

Those small idiosyncrasies littering his body were signs of his life and character, a map of his soul that only those who truly knew him could read.

There was something about the imminent terror of losing a loved one that coated our bones in steel and injected our veins with fire, giving us the will to face Death with defiance and push our bodies beyond anything we ever thought ourselves capable of.

If you’re the way my fate finally catches up to me, I can’t fathom a more beautiful end.”

“Let me die with the taste of you on my lips.”