“She was free in her wildness. She was a wanderess, a drop of free water. She belonged to no man and to no city”
― The Wanderess
― The Wanderess
“She is my morning, she is my evening; we have a love that blooms over and again, more beautifully each time than the last. You will see that we are not lovers like others, for whom love is both a punishment and a gift… Our love has never punished, only rewarded. Such love therein lies the eudaimonic life.”
― The Wanderess
― The Wanderess
“His tongue swirls against my skin, and I gasp. His voice rough with passion, he rasps, "You're living fire. I burn.”
― A Promise of Fire
― A Promise of Fire
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