“Once there was a boy from the sea who fell in love with a girl from the desert. The boy knew she was dangerous...she was all fire and gunpowder, and her finger was always on a trigger. He guessed he was in trouble when those same fingers danced across the stories inked into his skin without seeming to understand how much power she had in her. Or how much power she could have over him. ... He knew it when she drove him across the desert for fear that losing her would tear him in half. He knew it when he did lose her, and he would have torn the whole world apart looking for her.”
Book:Hero at the Fall