More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Where there is smoke, there is fire, sweet Phi. I’m with you, always.”
But for her? I’d kneel. I’d grovel like Prometheus, chained to the rock, enduring agony every day for a stolen fire I was never meant to touch. I’d suffer, I’d bleed, I’d pray to gods I’ve long since forsaken if only for the hope that she was okay.
“If you hurt my niece, I will give your spine to my wife as an anniversary gift,” Thatcher says, voice low and steady, the kind of threat that doesn’t need repeating. I’d like to say my uncle is just being protective, but knowing Thatcher, there’s a very real chance he’s serious.
“Respectfully, your niece swings on grown men and has impulse control issues. I think she’s gonna be just fine.”
“She’s a Van Doren. I’m not sure why you expected less.”
No wall built from blood and name could keep me from you. How could it? My soul has danced with the cosmic dust your heart once knew. No night darkened by crimson history could hide you from me. How could it? I knew you before my hands felt touch and eyes could see. No wall could hold me. How could it? Their shield was fabricated by man-made hatred. We are first thread. Untouchable string Clotho herself created. -E
