Well, you know, vices are sometimes only virtues carried to excess.
Fox Creek Road. Such a simple, unassuming name for this place where destiny’s going to go down. Now I know the where. And the who, and the what. All I have to figure out is the when. And the why.
This meant that Alexander’s side business was actually the revenge business. Though to be completely honest, he had just the one customer, himself.
I’ve read all the books we have.” She wrinkled her nose. “Armies aren’t very good about carrying libraries with them. I can’t imagine why. We’d fight so much less if everyone would just sit down and read.” Gifford’s.
One of my maids forgot the fruit with my breakfast. I became a skunk and sprayed her.
If it’s all about desire, why do you not desire to be a man?
I have a thing for Rochester,” confessed Jane. “It’s not healthy.
Tucker doesn’t see me right away. He smiles the way he does when he delivers the punch line for a joke, a wry, knowing little flash of teeth and dimple. I melt seeing that smile, remembering the times when it’s been aimed at me.
Ah, hello.” He gathered his courage. This was just like reading poetry, but subtract poems and add people casually placing hunting knives and daggers on their tables. One of the women was filing her fingernails into sharp points, like claws. Just like reading poetry.
Of course, being angry is pointless. Unproductive. They don’t understand yet. That they are all waiting for that one phone call that will change everything. That every one of them will feel like me eventually. Because someone they love will die. It’s one of life’s cruel certainties.
He still had a sense of wonder that gets shamed out of the majority of the teenage population by the time we turn 18. He still loved things about the world.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
It’s all me, the human part, the angel part. I love Tucker Avery.
I try to smile, but my heart’s breaking all over again. Because I know that I can’t stay here.
Even the wind had died.
And there were no secrets between them anymore, save one. G wanted to confess it to his lady before they commenced with the very special hug.
Everyone’s caught up in their own thing. We’re all the stars of our own movies. Anyways, that’s my big superpower. Mister Invisibility.
Because I’m like the opposite of Cinderella. My ball only starts after midnight.
On everyone’s lap rested a book. Any book. In case the wedding got boring. As the priest droned on in the same manner as last time, Jane was both pleased and annoyed that no one was taking advantage of her thoughtfulness.
It takes my breath away. Well, that, and I just climbed all those stairs.