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336 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2012
They don't understand that what I have is so precious, so intense, such an essential part of my life, that I would not give it up for any inducement if I tried, or if someone forced me to, I truly believe I would die.
"I realized a long time ago, with a certain amazement, that no matter how important something is in your life, no matter how huge it is, how much space it takes up in your heart and in your thoughts, unless you mention it to other people, they have no idea it exists."Maria's insights, whether about secrets or the weather, differentiate Desire from the multitudes of werewolf, vampire, and category-other fiction. It's real. Shinn's novel explores without exploitation grief, yearning, abuse, and loss, rather than the world-saving adventures of A Kick-butt Heroine, so she reads like women's or literary fiction to a small degree, but she does build her mythos, and fantasy plays a role. She doesn't quite write magical realism, where magic's a metaphor or device, or light paranormal romance because we hear a lot about Dante's experiences and life as a shape-shifter, despite his reluctance to discuss it.
“Right. I might feel less like a freak.”
I lean over to kiss him hard on the mouth. “You might be a freak,” I say fiercely, “but you’re my freak. And I will love you forever. Even if you’re only human an hour a month. Even if you’re only human an hour a year.”
Even if you’re a killer.
“Every time I come back. Every time I show up at your door. I stand there for a minute—usually covered in grime and stinking to heaven—and I think, ‘Maybe I shouldn’t go in. Maybe it would be better for Maria if I just walked away.’”
My eyes fly open and I stare in horror at the ceiling, just barely visible in the imperfect dark.
“Dante! What? No, no, no! Don’t say that! Why would you—Don’t think that! I love you. It would break my heart if you left me.”
“Sure, but maybe it would be better for you. Once you got over it. You’d move on, you’d find a nice guy—a normal guy—you’d live a normal life—”
“I don’t want a normal life. I want a life with you.”
“You’ll tell me, won’t you? If you change your mind? I won’t blame you, I won’t be surprised. I just want you to be happy, Maria. I really do.”
“Dante.” I make my voice as firm, as certain, as I can. I want him to believe me.
“You’re the one who makes me happy. You’re the one who puts meaning in my days. You’re the one I can’t live without. If I ever change my mind on that, I’ll let you know, I promise. But it’s not going to happen. I promise that, too.”