Warm Bodies (Warm Bodies, #1)

by Isaac Marion

I hate that she’s hurt. I hate that she’s been hurt, by me and by others, throughout the entire arc of her life. I barely remember pain, but when I see it in her I feel it in myself, in disproportionate measure. It creeps into my eyes, stinging, burning.

“My name is Mm . . . arcus,” he says, his voice a velvety rumble. “And you’re . . . the most beautiful woman . . . I’ve ever seen.