Heather James
At least it would have been perfect, if it wasn't for my mother.
— Heather James
A turmoil of winds rushed around him, spiraling up in to the air: he was thinking.
— Heather James
He could never care about you. He sees you in the same way they see all of us: ruthless, cruel and power hungry." He laughed callously. "I guess we're about to prove them right.
— Heather James
I closed my eyes and let a wave of heat pass over me, tingling right down into my fingertips. As my eyes flickered open I let my hands shoot out in front of me, sending a spiral of flames into a nearby tree. The entire structure caught alight and glowed grotesquely." Remind me never to make you angry!" A now all-too familiar voice said behind me.
— Heather James
I couldn't be certain whether their eagerness to leave was fueled by their desire to see more fire or to get away from my mother. I wouldn't have blamed them at all if it was the latter - most people went to great lengths to avoid her on a regular basis, my father and I included.
— Heather James
I don't know if it was the cold sincerity in my voice or the shock of being straddled by a wild, mud covered woman, but he didn't try to argue. "Give me your ring. Now.
— Heather James
I felt as though a large knot of flames had been lit in my stomach, making me feel nauseous and excited all at once
— Heather James
I forced myself to breathe deeply; perhaps they would have vanished. Perhaps I'd been imagining them because Brae was gone, and I was scared without him, and now that he was back I'd feel safe enough again that they would go away. Perhaps it was just paint or something and would have been washed out by the sea spray earlier. I breathed again, feeling much calmer and then, slowly, opened my eyes.
— Heather James
I loved him, more than anything else in the world and that when he was away it was hard to breath and that I couldn't go through a single second without thinking about him.
— Heather James
I'm a Delian, and you're an Aryan. We're just made that way. I don't think we would ever be able to really understand each other.
— Heather James
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