Fires Caress Quotes

“Keahi was a man turned to stone at the sight of her. Stone that bled and wept and pulsed with fire. He looked at Teuila as if for the first time. He looked at her like a man long-starved. He looked at her as if he had been
waiting for her all his life.”
― Lani Wendt Young, Fire's Caress

“Thou art fearfully and wonderfully made.”
The darkness in her eyes dimmed at his words, and a smile chased away
the shadows. “That’s my favourite scripture and the inspiration for my key
work–”
“In your Ragged Soul exhibition at the end of your final year at the academy. Yes, I know.”
― Lani Wendt Young, Fire's Caress

“...and even though I wasn’t listening, wasn’t searching for it – it spoke to me. I felt it come alive under my hands. My first sculpture almost made itself. I moved on to working with stone, wood. And every time, it felt right. Y’know? It felt like–”
“Home. It felt like home,” said Keahi.”
― Lani Wendt Young, Fire's Caress

“Teuila laughed. With her head cradled against the broad strength of his chest, secure in the warmth and safety of his embrace, she realised, 'This is what happiness feels like…”
― Lani Wendt Young, Fire's Caress

“It seemed but a small thing. A painting of a girl standing in a field, surrounded by butterflies, vivid brushes of colour so real, so life-like, it seemed as if they would flutter from the canvas. But it was the figure holding hands with that girl who gutted Keahi. A boy, every inch of him marked with tattoos. The couple stood hand in hand, cocooned in wonder, as if butterflies provided them a sweet sanctuary from all the harshness of the outside world. It was a joyous painting, piercing in its simplicity and abundance of colour. Keahi was rooted to the spot, a roar in his head as he stared at this memory plucked straight from his shared past with the girl who it seemed had done everything she possibly could to become someone different.”
― Lani Wendt Young, Fire's Caress

“He kissed her like the world was ending and
her touch was the last thing he wanted to savour as he met death. He kissed her like she was the sun and he was the forest unfurling to meet the dawn, like he would not and could not make it through the day without her.”
― Lani Wendt Young, Fire's Caress