Ava Thorne

“I peered back up at him, and something darker had replaced the usual softness—darker and hungrier. “Katharina.” My name came out barely more than a whisper. He moved closer, and I stepped back until my spine met an ancient oak. His hands rose, one on either side of my head, and he was near enough that I could feel the warmth of him as he bracketed me, see his racing pulse beneath the skin of his neck. “There are so many things we shouldn’t do, and I want to do every single one of them to you.” His fingers brushed my chin, holding it steady, and his breath ghosted over my lips. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered just above them. But I couldn’t—didn’t want to.”
― Ava Thorne, Possessed: A Dark Gothic Romance

“Thank you. Please tell my son... Ah, I have lingered here for centuries, and now I have no time. Tell him I am sorry. I am sorry for everything, and I love him”
― Ava Thorne, Rising from Flames and Starlight