Stephen was holding his glass of tea so tightly it squeezed out the bottom of his grip like toothpaste and landed on the table.
Sometimes Reeve couldn’t stand women. They were so practical.
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.
She and Reeve texted all the time, and she followed his Facebook page.
People think they own time. They have watches and clocks and digital pulses. But they are wrong.
People could not accept the presence of Evil. They had to laugh, or shrug. Walk away, or look elsewhere.
No boy to swagger down the hall with his arm around her, boasting with his walk that he dated this girl.
I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you screamed denials constantly and stopped ever even looking at the boy you were accused of...
Her father drove up and down car aisles, looking for a good slot. Who cared about a good slot? Just park the car already!
Brendan wanted to chain the guy to the bumper of a truck and drive down the thruway for a hundred miles.
And Ruth was the last person to whom a sensible Indian would hand a weapon.
All his life Reeve had reacted to good news and bad by wanting to throw things.
My theory, said Eben, is that being a captive is an honor for the strong and the uncomplaining.Sarah and Mercy considered this.Then why is Ruth alive? She complains all day long, said Sarah.But she is...
By summer, Kahnawake children had stopped wearing clothing.Mercy could not get over the sight of hundreds of naked children playing tag, or hide-and-seek, or competing in footraces. The boys--naked!--...
Summer. That long lovely world of slow days and late nights, warm air and friendly sun.
Reeve loved that Janie would make the plans. She’d make a list, he’d follow it, that would be that.
I guess even really annoying people can be right sometimes.
Don't they look like ancient island princesses, marked out for sacrifice? Sent away for the sake of the islanders, to be given to the sea?
And Charlotte! said Mrs. Shields in tones of disgust. Who even knew there was a town called Charlotte?
I don’t understand adoptions myself. I wouldn’t want to be a father to somebody else’s son. But the French and the Indians have run out of children. They love to pretend we’re their children.They aren...