"She gave herself up to the waves of the storm. If they drowned, it would be together, a shattered vessel on the sea, a collision of longing and desire."
- Erin Kellison
"The texture of her skin was phantom silk, not human., not blood-warm, but dizzyingly hot anyway."
"The shadow acts on instinct, not reason."
"The Agora had fallen, too. Vince turned the radio off, dismissing what they'd just heard, and merged onto I-87. A little shriek of madness sounded in the back of his brain, but he said, with admirable..."