Rachel Amber Quotes

...and then I’m spiraling again. In the light, his freckles are almost glowing, his hair is a golden amber. Everything about him is softer nearly to the point of appearing blurry, like I cant tell who this new version of Neil McNair is, leaving me more uncertain than ever.

Thank God, he half smiles at that. “Only the best for Rowan Roth,” he says, and then I’m spiraling again. In the light, his freckles are almost glowing, his hair a golden amber. Everything about him is softer nearly to the point of appearing blurry, like I can’t quite tell who this new version of Neil McNair is, leaving me more uncertain than ever.

To the east, the cloud tore open and a low belt of polished silver light broke through. Harold stood and watched as the mass of gray split again and again, revealing new colors: blue, burnt amber, peach, green, and crimson. Then the cloud became suffused with a dulled pink, as if those vibrant colors had bled through, diluting as they met. He couldn’t move. He wanted to witness every change. The light on the land was gold; even his skin was warm with it.

We ran that company together, Amber,

version of Amber.

His smile fades into something sadder. “She has beautiful eyes,” he says softly, like he’s lost to memory. “They’re brown and green and amber, like every color of every season. I’ve looked everywhere for eyes like hers, and nothing has ever been able to compare.