War (The Four Horsemen Book 2)

“I love you,” I say. I bottled up those words until it was nearly too late. They rush out of me now. “I will never not come for you because I love you.”

Not all wounds leave marks

It’s hard to trust your heart, but it’s easy to give in to it

I love you, Miriam,” he repeats. “I hadn’t known until last night what this strange happiness I felt around you was. But I do now. Being with you makes me feel as though I have swallowed the sun. Everything is brighter, fuller, better because of you.”

Hate me, curse me, just please come back to me, Miriam,”

I need to face the horseman down—in love or in war.

Hearts are proven to be idiots

“I surrender to no one,” I say. “And if you once believed otherwise, you are a fool.”

Some memories are lost to the sands of time, but others, like this particular one … I could live to be a hundred and I’d still never forget

There’s a language to gestures