Thanks to Sam, I was immortal.
Jodi MeadowsIt wasn’t an easy, sweet kiss like I’d imagined my first would be, but frustrated and hungry. That was good, better than easy and sweet, because after everything, I was frustrated and hungry for him, too.
Jodi MeadowsThere was no telling if I’d be reborn when I died, but the waltz began and ended with my four notes. He’d built the music around things that reminded him of me. And now this name. My name.
Jodi MeadowsBefore I had a chance to feel too sorry for myself, I turned toward the front of the cabin and found the bookcases carved right into the wall. Hundreds of leather-bound volumes rested in dim alcoves. I had no idea what stories or information they held. It didn’t matter. I wanted to absorb anything they had to say.
Jodi MeadowsStichwörter: books possibility possibilities
I'm not going to waste time being angry about things I can't control. If I only have one life, I should make the most of it.
Jodi MeadowsSimple things are often the most challenging.
Jodi MeadowsI was an afterthought, five thousand years later. A mistake, because Ciana was gone. I was the dissonant note on the end of a masterpiece symphony. I was the brushstroke that ruined the painting.
Jodi MeadowsStichwörter: reincarnation
I don't want to lose you," he whispered again. "And I didn't want to be lost.
Jodi MeadowsStichwörter: love
He nodded, brushed hair off my face, and headed from the kitchen.
"I hate being a teenager."
"Why?"
"Hormones." With a sad half smile, he left.
A thousand years from now, even if I was never reborn, people would remember me: Ana Incarnate
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