Heaven

“I can’t tell how old she is, of course, because Black women are magical like that.”
― Tracy Deonn, Legendborn

“Oh, sure,” I joke, my voice trembling only slightly. His face is so close I can smell the shampoo he used this morning. See the fine lashes against his cheek. I’m scared to want him—but I want him anyway. My next words come out breathy and faint. “Damsel in distress activates your hero mode?”The passion in his voice, the breathless force of it, is enough to make me shiver. “You’re not a damsel to me, Bree. You’re a warrior. You’re strong and you’re beautiful and you’re brilliant and brave.” He presses his forehead against mine, his eyes squeezed shut, and takes a slow, ragged breath. “And I’d really like to kiss you.”
― Tracy Deonn, Legendborn

“Our grief is for the same person, but our grief is not the same.”
― Tracy Deonn, Legendborn

“That thing you did. That thing you do," he says, his eyes filled with humor—and a shadow of hurt. "Tell yourself I'm just teasing. It's okay to be nervous, but please don't dismiss the idea that I like you, B.”
― Tracy Deonn, Legendborn