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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.�