Katrina

“He interrupted me by taking two strides to close the distance between us and before I could say anything his arms wrapped around my back, enveloping me, and he pressed his lips to mine. My eyes closed; the touch was magnificent, warm and sweet, and he pulled away just as I felt the first stirrings of my power start to work. I took a breath and opened my eyes, and his were staring back at me, brown and big and with his smile reflected in them.”
― Robert J. Crane, The Girl in the Box: Books 1-3

“the act of listening had become one of the rituals of survival. The silence should be filled with familiar sounds, and the total absence of them could mean trouble.”
― A.R. Shaw, The China Pandemic

“They were too different. To become the same, one of them would have to compromise too much of their intrinsic self. It would result in more disaster for both of them.”
― Pamela Callow, Damaged

“The flames leapt all around him, the glow encompassing him like what I imagined the rising sun to look like.”
― Robert J. Crane, The Girl in the Box: Books 1-3