Where the Light No Longer Follows (Blue Fairytales, #3)

by Wendy Heiss

“What can I say? I like sad, pretty girls who look at me like they wish nothing more but to bury my existence six feet under.”

“Have my heart wounded, sick or scarred. In your hands not stolen or gifted but surrendered. Became a half when it met yours, so in the eyes of Gods let it become whole again,”

“My taunting eidolon, my lovely apparition, my beautiful phantom,” he murmured as a wet drop fell against the glass frame. “How many more nights must I mourn you?”

“Wish I was afraid of nothing, too.” “I might have lied to you, Silene. There are things that terrify me.” “What could ever terrify a God like you, Gabriel?” “Ask me if I have ever been in love.”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“You’re perfect. How can you fit so perfectly in my hold yet be the only thing I can’t hold onto forever? How can you be made for me so perfectly yet be the one thing I cannot have?”