Priya

“A figure wearing a black hoodie entered the front door of what appeared to be Corbeau Hall. He glanced toward the camera just as Lippincott hit pause, and the breath exploded out of me. Like staring at a fucking mirror. An exact replica of me. Caedmon? It was a wonder Lippincott couldn’t hear the frantic pounding of my heart, as I stared down at what I was certain was my twin.”
― Keri Lake, Nocticadia

“Here, I thought you liked studying moths, the way you carry on in your lectures.” “Depends on the moth I’m studying.” Eyes on me, he pushed to his feet, stumbling back a step.”
― Keri Lake, Nocticadia

“if fucking her meant an eternity in hell, I’d welcome damnation with a goddamn smile.”
― Keri Lake, Nocticadia

“On a squeal, she jumped back, then cautiously stepped forward. Another wave followed the first, and I watched her legs jerk, as she lifted her dress and let the water pool around her. Over her shoulder, she shot me a smile–one so fucking beautiful, I wanted to frame it. Capture it. Study the alchemy of it. How wonderfully intoxicating one simple expression could be.”
― Keri Lake, Nocticadia