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439 pages, Paperback
First published May 22, 2012
“We haven’t met… I’m Kori Daniels. If you don’t get that gun out of my face, I’m gonna take it, then I’m gonna break your jaw so I can unhinge it and shove your pistol down your throat. That way the bullet goes through the long way (page 273.)”
“…I am offended on behalf of pretty people everywhere. I’m not chiseled jaw and eyes you could get lost in. I am worth more than the sum of my defined biceps, sculpted pecs and a six-pack you could scrub laundry on.”
I nearly choked on an ice cube. “You have a six pack?”
“Okay, maybe a four pack. At least a carton of hard lemonade.”
"Intact?" I grabbed the desk lamp and hurled it past his head and he flinched when is smashed against the wall at his back. "Do I sound intact? Did you miss the part where Jake tried to drive me insane with solitude and torture? Or maybe you missed the part where it fuckin' worked? [...]"
...shadows cannot exist without the sun. Kori needed balance. She needed Ian.
“I am a Traveler. A shadow-walker. I can step into shadow in one room, then out of shadow anywhere else I want to go, within my range. Sometimes I can look into one shadow and see through another one, somewhere else, like looking through a periscope, or one of those paper-towel-roll telescopes we used to play with as kids.”
“I’m pretty good with knives. I’m so good, in fact, that I could sever your testicles with one hand and slice open your throat with the other, and you’d go into shock so fast you’d die without ever knowing you’d spilled a fucking drop of blood.”
“I’m a blunt-force trauma kind of girl, in case you haven’t noticed.”