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“We were not making love, we did not even kiss, but the inexplicable intimacy we shared left us wordlessly and hopelessly locked into each other's gaze.”
― Jasmine Dubroff

“He took my hand in his. I gasped when our skin touched and looked into his eyes in a kind of shocked wonder, my eyes wide. His hand was smooth and warm, a few degrees warmer than it should be, and that heat sank into me, but it was not his heat that made me gasp. It felt like a storm resided within his skin and the moment our hands met, the storm and heat went raging through my veins, leaving my skin tingling and my heart fluttering while also making my blush deeper. It was like heat lightning, flashes of brilliance without sound that told of an impending storm. It awakened something within me, something I did not know existed, and took my breath away. I had never felt anything like it before.”
― Jasmine Dubroff

“How do I describe the feeling that envelopes my being when he is near? It is like a cocoon of warmth and peace, but beneath that there is a deep longing, a hunger that one kiss would not be able to satisfy, one kiss would only make the hunger greater. But oh, how I long for that kiss, a kiss that might never come.
Being close to him does things to me, makes me feel things I never knew existed, makes me want things I have never wanted before. I have never desired to know a man's body before I met Ariston. I wonder if he knows that I desire him in such a way, that I not only want to know his body, but that I want him to know mine. There is a part of me that would not care if he loves me or not if I could just have one beautiful, passionate night with him, while the rest of me knows that one night would never be enough.”
― Jasmine Dubroff

“I could not bring myself to hang up the phone or even so much as move it from my ear. The chance that I could hear his voice once again was too great a prospect.”
― Jasmine Dubroff

“Ah, I found you." Came a voice behind me. My heart skipped a beat as a smile spread across my face. How do I already know his voice?
'My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of thy tongue’s uttering, yet I know the sound.' I remembered the line from Romeo and Juliet. I could not forget Ariston's voice if I tried. At the sound, all thoughts of the odd occurrence faded.
I turned around to see Ariston Crete walking towards me. I realized when I saw him that there was a part of my mind that had wondered if he was real, if I had not only imagined his beauty, but clearly I had not. Somehow, he is real, right down to his ancient eyes. It felt just as indescribable to look into his eyes as it had before.”
― Jasmine Dubroff

“-Ya sabes que antes existían más portales, ¿no? Quiero decir, que aún existen muchos, muchísimos, pero antes no había quienes los "moderara". Espíritus, espectros, magos, elfos y demás seres vivíamos juntos. Había leyes, claro está, pero... ¿cómo le ordenas a un espectro que no haga daño a un vivo? ¿Con qué le amenazas? ¿La muerte? Es ridículo. No tienen nada que perder. La peor parte estaba cuando algún vivo venía a Dosnaowe... Así surgieron los Kyuri.”
― Kressalya Phylaso, Caminando entre tinieblas

“Son almas oscuras, muy poderosas. Terribles. Cuando se introducen en un cuerpo, lo carcomen. No pueden vivir en él, pues es demasiada la maldad que hay dentro de ellos. De manera que, irremediablemente, acaban pudriéndose sus pieles, contrayéndose sus gestos en una mueca de dolor y horror. A veces, si prestas atención, alguno de estos seres profieren gritos, lamentos desgarradores. Son las almas vivas, que están dentro de esos cuerpos, atrapadas, sin poder salir, sin poder hallar paz ni descanso.”
― Kressalya Phylaso, Caminando entre tinieblas

“Cuando descubrí que existían otras dimensiones, unos mundos paralelos, me quedé maravillado. ¿Pero cómo tocar lo intocable? ¿Cómo hacer que lo que está por suceder no suceda? El mismo futuro es un misterio. Va enlazado al destino. ¿Cómo burlarlo? Como la muerte, no se puede.”
― Kressalya Phylaso, Caminando entre tinieblas