A Shadow in the Reaping (The Shadow Realm, #1)

by Brynne Weaver

It could never be a woman. They always underestimate us. They always overlook us. Always.

The warmth of his arms around me pull my soul to the surface. I feel safe, and cared for. I don’t feel so lonely anymore.

I’ve been afraid of what I feel about him. Now I can’t seem to stop it, and I fear that too. And worse still, I’m even more afraid of what he doesn’t feel for me.

And I'm starting to believe it's not really where you are that matters. It's who you're with.

My is such a little word. But it’s funny how much two letters can mean to you.

realize for the first time that a lifetime can be measured in millennia, or it can be counted in the weight of a few days.

Even mere moments can cause a tectonic shift, propelling you from who you were to who you are now. Tearing you down. Building you up into something new.

“No. You belong to you, vampire. But I will cherish any part you're willing to share with me.”

“I'll share every part that you're willing to take, and I'll take any part that you're willing to give,”

There are so many little things I love about life, like the sparkling flecks in metal or the flavor of a good drink.

So many little things like these and I love them all, and together they make something so fantastical that it burns a hole in my chest when I really stop to add them up.