“ I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy. Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
“ I ask for trust. It is a lot, I know; it isn't easy to give. But it is all I ask. Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
“ I’m not asking for anything beyond your company in sleep. Just let me rest with the sound of your heartbeat beside mine. Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
“ You don't have to speak. Words fade, she whispered. I know that better than anyone. Words are forgotten; they are regretted.Unnecessary. I know. Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
“ Betia kissed my forehead. I won't leave unless you ask me to. I- Her lips touched mine chastely. The future will come. I will be there, if you want me. Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
“ The night is full of mystery. Even when the moon is brightest, secrets hide everywhere. Then the sun rises and its rays cast so many shadows that the day creates more illusion than all the veiled trut… Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
“ In a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present. Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
“ We’ll need to speak to Irene, and your mother, I asserted. If either one of them rejects this idea, there is no way we will succeed. Any potential heirs to either throne--hawk or cobra--must be raised… Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
“ My cousin tried to kill me today, he said. He realized that his voice held an edge of hysteria. She nearly succeeded. But I guess that's fair, since I was trying to kill her at the time. Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
“ I lifted my face to meet the kiss, wanting the comfort of his touch as much as I was willing to provide the comfort of mine. The contact was sweet and soft, yet at the same time desperate.It was Zane… Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
“ Sifting through our thoughts like children going through colored stones -- optimistic, because although some were too dark and some were too sharp, many glittered like precious gems. Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
“ Betia laughed a little, shaking her head. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek as she grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. Her brown eyes glittered with a devil-may-care recklessness that warm… Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
