Everybody was outdoors. This was the walkingest place Brian had ever seen.
And it isn’t creepy. It’s romantic.
Who was Florinda, and why did she faint so often that she needed a special couch on which to do it?
Stephen was holding his glass of tea so tightly it squeezed out the bottom of his grip like toothpaste and landed on the table.
Stephen had just come from a class discussion in which several students believed that the right cup of herbal tea would save them from pain and sorrow. Well acquainted with pain and sorrow, Stephen di...
She and Reeve texted all the time, and she followed his Facebook page.
Pretty dresses, desperate hearts.
People could not accept the presence of Evil. They had to laugh, or shrug. Walk away, or look elsewhere.
Her eye was caught by a pile of red hair on the seat next to her. She had forgotten about the stupid little girl. She could not remember what her plans had been. What was she supposed to do with this...
He would have said Stephen was a sort of human tire iron;
He pressed the icy glass against his cheek, literally trying to chill out.
At the church, Brian took charge of Frank, handling him as well as any medic, keeping the extra parents of the bride happy.
What capacity the Indians had not to worry. In Deerfield, all had been worry. Worry about the Lord, worry about sin. Worry about today, worry about tomorrow. Worry about crops, worry about children.Bu...
What would she have? Coke, said Annie. And when she tasted the familiar drink, how much less scary the world was, and how much less frightening her task.
Turnpikes at night were like girl talk: not interesting.
The only good things about his eighteenth year were the things he hadn’t done: He hadn’t murdered anybody or sold drugs.
The Harbor was a plain brick building, undistinguished and solid.
Summer. That long lovely world of slow days and late nights, warm air and friendly sun.
She wanted love, adventure, and wild, fierce emotions that would batter her, as storms battered the island. I am thirteen, Christina thought, I am ready. I want it all.
People think they own time. They have watches and clocks and digital pulses. But they are wrong.