Waves tossed themselves against the shore, dragging grit and sand between their nails as they were slowly pulled back out to sea.
There’s people who do things and people who never do—who say they will someday, but they just don’t. I want to go on a quest. I’ve always wanted to go on a quest. And now that I have one, I’m not back...
There’s always something left to lose.
The easiest lies to tell are the ones you want to be true.
The Folk doubtlessly learned this lesson long ago. They do not need to deceive humans. Humans will deceive themselves.
Stop thinking, he said.I have to think, said val. You said I was supposed to concentrate.Thinking makes you slow. You need to move as I move. Right now, you're merely following my lead.How can I know...
She wished it was an unfamiliar feeling, that ache, the urge that made her hit the gas when she ought to hit the brake.
Oh- and grab the plastic bag over by my suitcase.I slug down the last of the coffee and get up. The bag contains panty hose. I put them on her desk.They're for you.You want me to look homeless, desper...
It occurs to me that maybe desire isn't something overindulging helps. Maybe it is not unlike mithridatism; maybe I took a killing dose when I should have been poisoning myself slowly, one kiss at a t...
I got bored, he says. Besides, you know what's creepier than walking around your dead brothers' apartment? Sitting alone in a hearse in front of his apartment.
Don't know. Don't care. I'm hopping on a bus and going until I can't go any farther. Until I find a place that feels like home.'He's quiet for a long time. 'How will you know what home feels like?'It...
I really love the idea of the poetically mad - the character that is imbued with the romantic madness. Like River from 'Firefly' or Drusilla from 'Buffy.' Someone dangerously unhinged, where you're re...
Then her mouth is sliding against mine. Her lips open, soft and yielding. Our teeth click together, and she tastes like every dark thought I’ve ever had.
If they were real, then maybe the world was big enough to have magic in it. And if there was magic — even bad magic, and Zach knew it was more likely that there was bad magic than any good kind — then...
I'm not good at having friends. I mean, I can make myself useful to people. I can fit in. I get invited to parties and I can sit at any table I want in the cafeteria.But actually trusting someone when...
I haven’t had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone’s dead and my root beer’s gone. Horrifyingly, she felt her eyes prick with sudden tears. He bent down and picked up Aidan...
He's the kind of liar who totally forgets what he told you the last time, but he believes every single lie with such conviction that sometimes he can convince you of it.
All friendships are negotiations of power.
Ah coffee. The sweet balm by which we shall accomplish today's tasks.
We have about three hours of homework a night, and our evening study period is only two hours, so if you want to spend the break at half-past-nine not freaking out, you have to cram. I'm not sure that...