Krystal

“Ivashkov," she repeated, her face the picture of serenity. "My name is Sydney Ivashkov.”
― Richelle Mead, Silver Shadows

“You're my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell

“I had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought I’d live in such fear of losing another person. Was this how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such panic?”
― Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart

“But when I touch you, your aura … it smolders. The colors deepen, it burns more intensely, the purple increases. Why? Why, Sydney?” He used that hand to pull me closer. “Why do you react that way if I don’t mean anything to you?” There was a desperation in his voice, and it was legitimate.”
― Richelle Mead, The Indigo Spell