Ann Aguirre
Ann Aguirre
Ann Aguirre is an American author of speculative fiction. She writes urban fantasy, romantic science fiction, apocalyptic paranormal romance, paranormal romantic suspense, and post-apocalyptic dystopian young-adult fiction...
NationalityAmerican
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CountryUnited States of America
heart strange offers
A divided heart offers a strange sensation.
promise devotion known
I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.
fall needs
You don’t need to be afraid of falling // when there’s someone around to catch you.
knowing
I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.
sorry eye want
Show, not tell, right? Action, not words. You don’t want to hear how sorry I am or how things will be different this time. You want to see it with your own eyes. And until I can show you that, you won’t tell me what I want to hear.
promise proof wanted
I wanted proof, not promises.
asking-questions sick answers
I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.
want bears naked
Through the damp fabric of my coverall, bundled in my blanket, I feel naked. Raw. He sees more than I want, more than I can bear. It’s like standing before him ... while he stares at my scars, pitiless and unmoved.
hero sometimes
Sometimes you find your heroes in the unlikeliest places.
easy difficult
It’s easy to do right when everything goes right. But let everything go wrong, and see how difficult it becomes.
loss self echoes
There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.
wings way limits
Now I know there are ways to belong to someone that don’t take anything away. A relationship shouldn’t impose limits—and if it does, then it’s wrong. A lover should help you exceed your potential, not clip your wings.
people gone faults
After people have gone, you forget their faults, and you recall the ideal more than the person.
fighting compassion knives
There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.