Apparently rational justifications will never explain all sorts of the different feelings and raw emotions art invoke in people.

— Cristiane Serruya

As they walked away, hand in hand, they vowed to be together forever, not knowing that forever always ended.

— Cristiane Serruya

Don't cry. She wouldn't like it. When I missed my father, I used to cry. Mama taught me when I cry, he is sad and will cry, too. I don't want my daddy sad. I'm sure you don't want your daughter sad, too.

— Cristiane Serruya

He kissed her lustfully. Mindlessly. Senselessly.

— Cristiane Serruya

He towered over her, as intense and savage as only he could be, making her feel small and delicate in comparison, surrounded by his utter maleness. She felt trapped, and she wanted to stay in his cage forever.

— Cristiane Serruya

I believe in witches, Sophia,” his deep voice hypnotized her.“I hope you don’t burn me at the stake,” she murmured to him.”I don’t burn witches. I set them on fire,” Alistair whispered, so low Sophia thought she had heard wrong.

— Cristiane Serruya

If all of us in the world just shared love, just a little, charity foundations wouldn’t be needed.

— Cristiane Serruya

It was all about money. Dirty, bloody money. It can come and go so easily. They don't see that life is what's important. Love, friendship, trust, respect, a daily routine, someone to grow old with, siblings to cherish, family, a home; things people don't give a damn about until they lose them, things money can't bring back.

— Cristiane Serruya

Maybe you're starting to move on, my love. But to fully do it, you have to let the guilt go. Gabriel will always be an important part of your life. I don't even want to imagine how difficult it is to move on, but a new love always helps. I can bet you will find it in MacCaig's arms. He may be domineering and commanding, but everyone has flaws.

— Cristiane Serruya

No matter how hard she tried to maintain her calm and collected persona, she knew it was all a ruse. All she wanted to do was curl up in a ball and hide. Hide from the world. Hide from her memories. Enter a shell and never leave. But hers would always be a broken shell, with all her cracks and holes exposed for the world to see. The veneer she had carefully painted to protect and hold herself together was peeling away.

— Cristiane Serruya