Ana

“My arrows might fester in a wounded heart, spreading like an infection. Or perhaps love itself had been rotten from the start.”
― Luna McNamara, Psyche and Eros

“What should I do for them? I wondered, gazing at the destruction below. The answer came to me immediately, drifting up from the depths of my unconscious mind.
Anything you can.”
― Luna McNamara, Psyche and Eros

“And because I have found that a life spent protecting what one loves is the greatest satisfaction of all.”
― Luna McNamara, Psyche and Eros

“Atalanta had shown me bear tracks in the woods. A series of clawed prints, larger than my hand, leading away into the brush. The creature who had made them was long gone and could only be defined by the impressions it had left. Love was like that, noticeable only by its absence.”
― Luna McNamara, Psyche and Eros