How we cite our quotes: (Chapter.Paragraph)
Quote #4
As she watched the light movement of his body as he sketched, Luce's insides felt like they were burning, like she'd swallowed something hot. She couldn't figure out why, against all reason, she had this wild premonition that Daniel was drawing her…
Then it hit her. The dream she'd had the night before. The briefest flash of it came back to her all of a sudden. In the dream, it had been late at night—damp and chilly, and she'd been dressed in something long and flowing. She leaned up against a curtained window in an unfamiliar room. The only other person there was a man…or a boy—she never got the chance to see his face. He was sketching her likeness on a thick pad of paper. (3.49-51)
Here we see Luce's dreams intertwine with her memory, all triggered by her proximity to Daniel. Interestingly, we get to see this scene from Daniel's perspective before we see it from Luce's. That doubles the impact when Luce experiences it for the first time, because we know without a doubt that it actually happened.
Quote #5
Her eyes just happened to fall on Daniel, who was working. He was very diligently using a wire brush to scrub some mold off the bronze inscription on a tomb. He'd even pushed up the sleeves of his sweater, and Luce could see his muscles straining as he went at it. She sighed, and—she couldn't help it—leaned her elbow against the stone angel to watch him.
He's always been such a hard worker.
Luce quickly shook her head. Where had that thought come from? She had no idea what it meant. And yet, she had been the one who'd thought it. (4.78-80)
In another instance when Luce's memory runs away from her, she has a thought about Daniel that, if she didn't already know him, she wouldn't know. The fact that this occurrence takes even Luce off guard indicates that she has no idea why she thought it. But we do, of course, and watching Luce go through the discovery on her own—with Daniel's help, sort of—is as interesting as it is heartbreaking.
Quote #6
"Um," she hedged, racking her brain for a sensible lie. Finding nothing. She racked her knuckles.
Daniel cupped his hand over hers. "I hate it when you do that." (4.90-91)
Although Daniel does his best to hide how much he knows about Luce, he sometimes lets his knowledge of her slip out without meaning to. It must be really hard for him to pretend that he doesn't know her, especially when he's known her for hundreds of years.