There were people in the world whose purpose seemed to be to serve as points of connection. They opened us up to each other, and to ourselves.
How many times do I need to repeat the word for it to join your vocabulary?
He made her feel brave; he let her be who she was unconditionally, without judgement, and because of it, she felt life shifting around her into something that felt much more beautiful and clear.
Hi darlin’, missed you something fierce.
We have to go get him,” I said. “We can’t just... He can’t stay down there; he doesn’t like the dark; he can’t stand the silence; he shouldn’t have to be alone-.
Your world could be dissolving with grief or pain or anger, but the sky would still give you the most breathtaking sunrise of violet warming to shell pink.
Very few things made her happier than getting a rise out of despicable old men who wanted everyone around them to cower in their presence.
Look at what it’s done to us. Zu’s crying face the other night floated to the forefront of my mind, only to be replaced by the memory of Chubs’s confession about the requirements of becoming a skip tracer; him being shot; Liam’s battered face – all of these were linked in my mind now. They’d never fade, not even in the afterlight of all of this.
Life is a blank page on which we write our destiny. A life lived by another’s book is no life at all.
We love you. If you need help, look for my parents – they’re using the names Della and Jim Goodkind – and tell them I sent you.
You are going to be incredibly embarrassed when you survive this, and I come back to make you answer for all of that poetry,” she said. “I swear, you eighteenth-century men are so dramatic.
What mattered was that these beliefs had swept through the souls of everyone else like a plague. He couldn’t see the end of it. Even a hundred years in the future, he knew, the roots still had not been fully pulled up from society. Wherever, whenever he went, the color of his skin set the boundaries of what he could achieve, and there was very little – if any – recourse for finding a way around it.
Life had the nasty habit of lifting me up just to throw me back down.
I just want us all to stop lying.
We’ll be living with a set of rules we haven’t had in years, and while there’s something a little wonderful in that, I just want this... I want to forget for a little while. outrun the hurt. This one last time, I just want to go somewhere no one else can find us.
Okay, two brothers and a sister. Interesting. If they aren’t with her, they must be too old to be affected by the psi virus, in camps, or dead.
I’m not saving you,” I remind her. But something makes me wonder if she even wants me to.
She set her shoulders back, meeting his gaze with a challenge. “You call that a kiss?” One corner of his mouth quirks up. “We haven’t the time for a proper one, pirate. Now tell me, where precisely are we?
Together they had painted a rather vivid image in her mind of a man with a bloody sword, guided by a shrivelled lump of ash and ice for a heart, in possession of actual fangs and claws.
The first words that floated to her lips were a lie; she hated herself for it, for wanting to give in to the easy simplicity of a fake story, rather than peel off the bandage and bleed every messy feeling and thought about the violin all over again. But she liked this honesty between them – it felt like something real and solid, strong enough to tie herself to, when there were so many lies and secrets trying to pull her in every direction at once.