To each his own magic.

~ Libba Bray

Libba Bray Kartik Magic

Do you ever feel that way?Lonely?I search for the words. Restless. As if you haven't really met yourself yet. As is you'd passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - 'Ah! There I Am! I've been missing that piece!' But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it.He nods, and I think he's appeasing me. I feel stupid of having said it. It's sentimental and true, and I've revealed a part of myself I shouldn't have.Do you know what I think? Kartik says at last.What?Sometimes, I think you can glimpse it in another.

~ Libba Bray

Libba Bray Epiphany Found Gemma Doyle Kartik Lonely Lost Restless Self Discovery

There's no time to be modest. Reason will not work here. Without warning, I kiss Kartik. His lips, pressed firmly against mine, are a surprise. They are warm, light as breath, firm as the give of a peach against my mouth. A scent like scorched cinnamon hangs in the air, but I'm not falling into any vision. It's his smell in me. A smell that makes my stomach drop through my feet. A smell that pushes all thought out of my head and replaces it with an overpowering hunger for more.

~ Libba Bray

Libba Bray Kartik Kissing