Sad was the storm and the winds and the sea. I was his light beacon, keeping him away from the rocks. But he thought I had betrayed him.

— Jennifer Silverwood

She had seen the almost-human Corona, who was orphaned and alone in the world, a woman whom Cain had plucked off the streets and fallen in love with. What she didn’t see was the undead creature Cain barely knew, the foolish human girl who fell in love with the caretaker of the seas. She hadn’t seen me stand up against a hurricane or keep a cave from crushing two lovers to death. She hadn’t seen me throw myself over the ones who would have turned to ashes when the volcano erupted, or made water appear from the sands to the dying in the desert. Furthermore, she did not know I was both savior and destroyer to so many souls.

— Jennifer Silverwood

Still, he couldn’t reconcile with the way he felt every time their eyes met, a feeling he had never forgotten that resonated with his very being.

— Jennifer Silverwood

Then I shall bid thee goodnight, my dear. Sweet pixies watch over the dusty moonlight of your dreams, Jessameine.

— Jennifer Silverwood

There are moments in time when the axis of the universe shifts, when life as you knew it is irrevocably altered. When the hiss and grind of the gears fell silent, some deeply rooted instinctive part of me knew this was one of those moments.

— Jennifer Silverwood

The sea was my first home... Now that I had nowhere else to go, this was the last place I felt safe.

— Jennifer Silverwood

The wind and the sea and the storm were his domain and I wanted nothing to do with them any longer. I just wanted Cain.

— Jennifer Silverwood

Two must rule together, one for the night and one for the day. This is the way it has always been done.

— Jennifer Silverwood

Water matted his black hair into spikes and peppered his skin with a fresh sheen. If I shut my eyes I could still see the one who bound me, his smile bright as the white sun as he emerged from our latest dip in the sea. I fought the sudden urge to bury my face in his chest and run my fingers through that hair.

— Jennifer Silverwood

When we kissed, the skies had never appeared more heavenly, nor the seas a more brilliant shade of sapphire blue.

— Jennifer Silverwood