Cerulean Left. I Wondered If

I, The Soul Named Wanderer, Love You, Human Ian And That Will Never Change No Matter What I Might Become. If I Were A Dolphin Or A Bear Or A Flower, It Wouldn't Matter. I Would Always Love You, Always Remember You. You Will Be My Only Partner." - Wanda, The Host

My First Language, The True Language Of The Soul Spoken Only On Our Planet Of Origin, Had No Word For Betrayal Or Traitor. Or Even Loyalty- Because Without The Opposite, The Concept Had No Meaning.

As A Child, I Actually Wanted To Be A Lawyer. That Was The Goal. I Didn't Plan To Be An Author, And Then Even Less, Did I Plan To Produce Movies. It All Just Happened.

"you’re Exactly Like Charlie." She'd Sighed, Resigned. "once You Make Up Your Mind, There Is No Reasoning With You. Of Course, Exactly Like Charlie, You Stick By Your Decisions, Too."

I Stared Into Jared's Eyes, And The Strangest Thing Happened. All The Melting And Melding I Had Just Been Through Was Shoved Aside, Into The Smallest Part Of My Body, The Little Corner That I Took Up Physically. The Rest Of Me Yearned Toward Jared With The Same Desperate, Half-crazed Hunger I'd Felt Since The First Time I'd Seen Him Here. This Body Barely Belonged To Me Or To Melanie-it Belonged To Him.