The Host (The Host, #1)

by Stephenie Meyer

“You can never be too careful when it comes to doling out power. Some aren’t as careful as they should be.”

Does he not feel the fire between his body and mine? Is that all me? How can it all be me? It feels like a flat sun trapped between us—pressed like a flower between the pages of a thick book, burning the paper.

Heart and soul. Not the same thing, in my case. I’d been divided too long. It was time to make something whole again, make a whole person. Even if that excluded me.

I remember how she made the decision to die to let me live: she couldn’t exist at the expense of someone she loved.