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“Tell me your favourite color, Daphne, and I’ll paint the sky with it.”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“I want to sort of kill you," he says, drawing out the joke.
“I guess I want to sort of kill you, too,� I admit.�
“I guess that means I’m yours, then,â€� he says.”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“I can fly. You think that’s not weird?"
"Actually, I think it’s pretty awesome.”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“How are your slaying skills?" I ask.
"Did I mention I’m an artist?" he says, raising an eyebrow.”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“I'm used to being stared at, but this is different. He's not really looking at my face. It's like he's watching the air around me, the breath filling my lungs, and possibly even the thoughts swirling in my head. Like he sees me, really sees me, and maybe he sees through me a bit, too.”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“Like the girl, he seems to bend the light around him, and although he is nearly as attractive as the girl in his own way, it is his artistic fire that created a bubble around him rather than his beauty.”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“Are you going to senior prom with Jax?" she asks. Ajax chokes on his chicken. I thump him on the back as he goes beet red.”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“Do you have to do that a lot?" "What?" I ask. "Deflect, so men don't start inflicting poetry on you.”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“He hugs me again. 'So long as when we're alone, I want you to be you".

I melt against him. "Deal".”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“All I can think about is that you're here, somewhere in the city. It makes me want to burn down every building between us until all that's left is you and me.”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“I've dreamed about you my whole life, but I never imagined you were real. I should have known what you were, but it honestly never occurred to me. I don't know if I should be happy or sad that you're one of us. It doesn't make any sense for us to meet again, but I saw you and I can't unsee you now. All I can think about is that you're here, somewhere in the city. It makes me want to burn down every building between us until all that's left is you and me.
I think the less I know about you, the safer you'll be, but I can't shake this feeling that there's a reason I've been drawing you since I was old enough to hold a crayon. I need to hear from you.
Tell me you hate me.
Tell me to go to hell.
Anything.
Just write me back.
Ajax”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“Maybe you should stop tagging," Castor says.
Ajax's face tilts down, his expression echoing a difficult thought. "I can't. Not yet."
"Jax," Pallas begins, like he's gearing up to give his brother a
lecture.
"I will-," Ajax interrupts. "But not just yet. There's one more thing I have to do."
"What's that?" Castor asks.
Ajax smiles. "I promised someone I'd paint the sky.”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“Nenn mir deine Lieblingsfarbe, Daphne, und ich werde den Himmel damit einfärben.”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“Ich habe schon mein ganzes Leben von dir geträumt, aber nie gedacht, dass es dich wirklich gibt. Ich hätte es wissen müssen, bin aber ehrlich nicht auf die Idee gekommen. Ich weiß nicht, ob ich froh oder traurig sein soll, dass du eine von uns bist.
Es ist sinnlos, dass wir uns noch mal treffen, aber ich habe dich gesehen und kann es jetzt nicht mehr ungesehen machen. Ich kann nur noch daran denken, dass du hier bist, irgendwo in dieser Stadt. Am liebsten würde ich alle Häuser zwischen uns niederbrennen, bis nur noch du und ich übrig sind.
Ich denke, je weniger ich über dich weiß, desto sicherer bist du, aber ich werde das Gefühl nicht los, dass es einen Grund dafür gibt, dass ich dich zeichne, seit ich alt genug war, um einen Buntstift zu halten. Ich muss von dir hören.
Sag mir, dass du mich hasst.
Sag mir, ich soll zur Hölle fahren.
Irgendwas.
Aber schreib zurück.

Ajax”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions

“Vielleicht solltest du mit dem Sprayen aufhörenâ€�, sagt Castor.
Ajax verzieht das Gesicht, er sieht aus, als ginge ihm ein komplizierter Gedanke durch den Kopf. “Kann ich nicht. Noch nicht.�
“Jax�, beginnt Pallas, offenbar will er seinem Bruder ins Gewissen reden.
“Ich mach’s�, unterbricht ihn Ajax. “Aber noch nicht jetzt. Ich muss noch eine Sache erledigen.�
“Und welche?�, fragt Castor.
Ajax lächelt. “Ich habe jemandem versprochen, den Himmel anzumalen.”
― Josephine Angelini, Scions