Jeff

“I'd give anything to make things right for you." He caressed my cheek, my hair, my back. Everywhere he touched, the angry fires cooled. I wished he'd touch my heart. "But I can't. I can help, but the hard work is all up to you. If you don't feel real, no one else can do it for you. I promise, though you've always felt real to me. From the moment I saw you jump off the cliff."

"Sometimes I feel like I'm still jumping off the cliff.”
― Jodi Meadows, Incarnate

“His ascent was slow - the blow to the head must have disoriented him worse than he let on - so I went behind, ready to catch him should he lose his balance. Well, I could soften his landing when he hit the floor. Maybe.”
― Jodi Meadows, Incarnate

“Ana is convinced she can bake anything."
"I can. I'm going to make tarts and you're going to like them."
Stef grinned. "If you need help putting out fires, I'm next door.”
― Jodi Meadows, Incarnate

“my butterfly dress was visible on the washroom floor, bent and shredded wings and all. Cheeks hot, I remember what he'd suggested before someone shot him.
His eyes found the dress too. "I was teasing about that. Unless you were looking forward to it. Then I meant every word.”
― Jodi Meadows, Incarnate