Ash

“And yet the mere thought of it sent frissons of pleasure up and down my spine, awakening the most desperate desire of my life, as I realized there was one thing in this world that I wanted more than Arken’s body. I wanted her heart. I would die for it. I would kill for it. I didn’t deserve it—I could live a thousand lifetimes and still never possibly deserve it, but that wasn’t enough to stop me. Though perhaps it should have been.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether

“I’m not sure if you realize this, Arken, but it’s perfectly alright to let yourself be taken care of from time to time.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether

“I’ll give you two options, Little Conduit. You’re either going back to the infirmary, or I’m taking you to my townhouse to take a look at that scrape myself. Your choice.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether

“Okay, fine. You’re also, admittedly, the nicest thing to look at in here. I will give you that,” I reasoned. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment to my face, or an insult towards my taste in interior design.” “Mm. A little bit of column a, little bit of column b,” I teased. He ran one hand through his hair, rolling his eyes.”
― Harper Hawthorne, Of Blood and Aether