4 Quotes by Luna Saint Claire

He was part of her...like a tattoo

She realized in an instant that being around him awakened her, stirring the sediment that had long ago settled at the bottom of her well. He made her feel a part of him, of something larger, and somehow more alive.

How the sunlight reflected in his eyes when he said she looked wild and beautiful there on the beach. It was where they talked, confessing to each other their fears—and their dreams—unsure which would come to pass. That was before she knew the truth about him. About the drugs. And his brutality. Still, they were as eternal as the waves, enduring beyond her lifetime

Teetering in the space between light and dark…awake and asleep…death and immortality, she was buffeted by the continuous ebb and flow of the tide. Where the white rippling surf had once gently kissed her feet, the undertow now swept her away.