Hope hurt more than the cold.
Face flushed, I shook my head and stared at my white-knuckled grip on the bed. Of all my pet peeves, condescending adults were probably at the top of the list.
Teenagers want to be able to fight for what’s right – but finding out what’s right is now 90 percent of the battle.
Really, Rachel looked like a sun, bright and exuding energy, holding us two moons in a parallel orbit by the sheer force of her will.
I wasn’t sure which of us was being more selfish – her, for wanting something that no one could promise, or me, for not promising her something that was too painfully impossible to want.
You needn’t tell a bird it’s a bird. Or remind a fish of its purpose. It’s only us who lose our way. We have names because we must. – from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter.
I sat on the hill, the wind whispering through the long grass that surrounded me. I stared at the stars and wanted more than what I was and more than what the world was and just – wanted.
It was as if I had thought all along I was a complete picture and he had revealed I was a puzzle and had taken me apart and put me back together again.
This is Rilke. I wish I had written it for you.
The fact was, I didn’t know if I was built for happy endings.
Of course he would count the time that we’d been two entirely different species.
Look, I realize both of you could happily strangle each other across the table, but I don’t think that’s the most effective use of our time, and frankly, I don’t think I have enough money to tip the waitress for that kind of clean-up. And look, here’s lunch. Let’s eat that instead of eachother.
Mercy Falls was all about rumors, and the rumor on Jack was that he got his short fuse from his dad. I didn’t know about that. It seemed like you ought to pick the sort of person you would be, no matter what your parents were like.
I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.
Eleanor’s voice was below zero. ‘My finest horse to whichever faerie in this room brings me that woman’s left eye.’ My thoughts exactly.
I felt like I was watching the transfomation of two people: Victor to wolf, and Cole to someone else. I was the only one here, staying the same.
I wasn’t sure what expression I was expecting her to wear when she saw that it was me. I’d braced myself for disgust or anger. But she just looked at me like I was – nothing. An annoyance, maybe.
Peppermint swirled into my nostrils, sharp as glass, then raspberry almost to sweet, like too-ripe fruit. Apple, crisp and pure. Nuts, buttery, warm, earthy.
Your hair is all funky in the morning.
This new world was a vicious, sleek world made of street lights and tight jeans, sharp smiles and fast cars. This was a city, edited. A city, pared down to its bare minimums, beautiful and abusive.