"The memory fades, and I’m left hanging on to the ghosts of his words."
"Day appears again. This time he leans in close enough for his hair to brush, light as silk, against my cheeks. He pulls me towards for a long kiss. The scene vanishes, replaced abruptly by a stormy night and Day struggling through the rain, blood dripping from his leg and leaving a trail behind him. He collapses onto his knees in front of Razor before the whole scene disappears again."
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Source: Marie Lu (2011). “Legend”, p.121, Penguin
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