" Her heart was gasping, empty. Whatever resistance had been in her, she gave it up. Her hands knew what they wanted: They wanted Akiva, the spark and heat of him. Even in the warmth of the Moroccan spring, she was cold, as if the only thing with a chance of warming her was him. "

― Laini Taylor , Daughter of Smoke & Bone (Daughter of Smoke & Bone, #1)