A boy who'd thrived in the shadows. Now he had to live in the light. To live. . . Fiercely. To fight for every breath.

— Renee Ahdieh

A trickle of blood slid down his arm. He felt nothing. He only saw it. Because nothing hurt like missing her. He suspected nothing ever would

— Renee Ahdieh

Because at that moment, with the press of Rahim's lips to hers, with the touch of his tongue sending wildfire through her veins, she knew she would always be home here. With this boy. At this moment. In this time. And that her heart would never be lonely again.

— Renee Ahdieh

Because when I kiss you, I want yours to be the first... and last lips I ever kiss.

— Renee Ahdieh

Before she could stop her hands, they reached for him, as though they existed for no other reason than to touch him. Her fingers brushed across his jaw with a feather's caress before pulling away, and he closed his eyes on a soft inhale. Like the poison toying with its remedy, Shared's hands ignored her and took control, a mere taste of his skin not nearly enough. Never enough.

— Renee Ahdieh

For his children, he would move mountains.

— Renee Ahdieh

For the wonder of a first love can never be matched.

— Renee Ahdieh

For without a measure of arrogance, how can one attempt the impossible?

— Renee Ahdieh

From the stars, to the stars.

— Renee Ahdieh

Games? War is not a game, my friend. Games are for small children and old men like me. War is a young man's blighted delight

— Renee Ahdieh