Anam Iqbal, The Whyte Divide Quotes
He was the one for her. She somehow knew that no one could make her feel the way did. Not if she lived for another hundred years.
She was floating in the midst of a black sea, in the darkest of nights, with no hope or care to see light again. She was a mere wave away from drowning in blackness.
The Angel of Death had sworn retribution, and she wasn’t going to stop until she’d killed them all.
This was different, spontaneous, unrestricted. This was what dancing was supposed to feel like - like freedom.
