Can you believe I have a favorite cave?
Evil is its own undoing.
Killing a man should be more difficult than killing game. It wasn’t. He looked at the knife in his trembling hand. Only the aftermath was different.
Silence stretched out between them, too loud after their arguing.
My soul may have a concussion.
Then she was gone, taking all the air and light in the cavern with her.
I don’t want to play; I want to win. But if you give me the rules, I’ll take it from there.
The chemical taste of the drugs is still in my mouth, but not as strong as when I last noticed it. Cordero’s perfume hasn’t let up, though. It is legit breaking me down. Nose hair by nose hair.
Reef changed what he knew about his Sense. They spoke little but understood each other perfectly.
She smelled incredible. Like violets and open fields under the sun. Her scent set his pulse racing. It was freedom. It was everything the cave wasn’t.
Your voice sounds like a midnight fire. All warm and worn in and golden. I could listen to you talk forever.
Yes, well. It’s hard to follow a person’s logic if you don’t know how they feel. And you’re wrong. Perry does talk. Watch him. You’ll see he says plenty.
Texas tips his chin, already smiling at what he’s going to say. “There’s gonna be horses soon, right? I can’t wait. My family trains cuttin’ horses. Best in North Texas. I’m guessin’ they wouldn’t stack up to War’s horse.” “Probably not.
She knew how to love now, and how to let go. Whatever came next, she would survive it, too.
How the stars shone. How sweet the earth smelled. The orchard gate creaked, and a footstep pressed on the sand. And she entered, fragrant as a flower, and fell into my arms. Oh, sweet kisses, lingering caresses. Slowly, trembling, I gazed upon her beauty. Now my dream of true love is lost forever. My last hour has flown, and I die, hopeless, and never have I loved life more.” They.
Trust, especially when it’s difficult.
You have a voice as sweet as your scent,” he said, his words deep and quiet. “Sweet as violets.
So that we’re clear,” Perry said, “I don’t care if it means everyone on this earth loses any chance of surviving. If you mention her to me again, I will take your head off and watch your blood pool at my feet.
I can’t because I don’t want you to hide from me.
Another reason to call it the never sky, she thought. It never did what you wanted.
People often said that eyes showed person’s soul, but I’d always thought it was hands that spoke the truth.