But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you’ve traveled with them through every page?
I’m not bossy – I just happen to be more capable than most everyone else.
It’s not something you tell your single best friend. It’d be like rubbing your nose in the poop of my happiness.
Ah, now, don’t cry over lost years and forgetfulness. The tales tell what they can. The rest is for us to learn...
Enna leaned back her head and laughed at the sky. ‘Of course he wasn’t! Who could kill Razo?
Don’t beat yourself up,” said Charlotte. “True love can be so easily mistaken for other things-friendship, humane concern, indigestion...
Razo wasn’t good at anything except maybe cramming two cherries up one nostril.
Is this why women wear heels? thought Jane. We hobble ourselves so we can still be rescued by men?
Khan Tegas never looked at me. I’m a mucker maid. I guess I needed to be reminded of that. So, good. Fine. Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone.
Later, when they would spend straight hours conversing in the dark, Jane would realize that Henry kissed the way he talked- his entire attention taut, focused, intensely hers.
This was the part where Charlotte, heroine, remembered she was a twenty-first-century woman and a mother. This was Charlotte saying, Hell no!
Sometimes instinct isn’t fancy.
Ease up, nasty little frigid pixies.
Rock Canyon OB-GYN: We’re GYNO-MITE!
Becky, are you studying conversational Yiddish?
No chance she’d allow any man to see her naked besides the one who’d gotten her pregnant four times. You broke it, you bought it, baby.
That’s the word he’d used – stunning. It’s a difficult word to dismiss. She longed to be that word to someone.
Generally speaking, if a guy breaks your jaw and leg and cuts off your robotic arm, you file charges and get a restraining order. The only exception is when subtle machinations are needed to save the world from a massive, catastrophic alien takeover. But in no other circumstance.
We were quiet, two tiny specks glued down by gravity, peering at a universe that didn’t notice us back.
Here you’ve been, a spider in the corner, observing, weaving Charlotte’s web of mystery.