Books are meant to be shared.
She tried to recapture the feeling of the meadow and the wildflowers and his arms and lips and how everything had felt so very, very right. She couldn’t fathom how, so quickly, it had all become so very, very wrong.
Worldwide pandemic. Hundreds of thousands dead.
So much of her childhood was lost in a haze of pain and loss, mourning and anger, betrayal and a sadness so raw there were entire days in which she couldn’t summon the energy to eat, or even cry. Entire nights in which shadows terrorized her, becoming murderers and monsters. There had been but one source of light in those first months. The only real family she had left.
The girl she’d been back then. The one she’d always tried to keep hidden.
She was trying to ignore the frightening possibility that she might be falling in love with a ghost.
People are relying on you. People think you can make a difference, and what are you doing? Running away and hiding!
She couldn’t stand the idea of crushing her friends dreams, not when she was still so new to dreaming.
Fate is inevitable.
Is that all hair?!
To be all right implies an impossible phase. We hope for mostly right on the best of our days.
La gente de la Luna no necesita una princesa. Necesita una revolucionaria.
I wouldn’t trust me either.
Si eso es lo que crees, supongo que tenemos que estar de acuerdo con no estar de acuerdo.
Hi I’m Captain Carswell Thorne.
I may look like a fool, but I assure you I’m not.
Don’t tell me it took you a whole two days to realize that. I must be losing my touch.
Tisn’t rude to rebuke an arbitrary greeting, a nonsense question upon first meeting. To be all right implies an impossible phase. We hope for mostly right on the best of our days.
She’d say that I was bound to have a tough life, because I was just like.
He blew his kazoo in sympathy.