Maybe, Hazel decided, maybe they could both learn how. Not just making-up-stories-in-which-you're-happy happiness, but the real thing. She leaned across the bed and hugged him with all the strength in...
Lucien, Gavriel said, if you're proposing a duel, I believe she gets to pick the weapon. I hope she picks me.
Let’s start with a love story. Or maybe it’s another horror story. It seems like the difference is mostly in where the ending comes.
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It was enough to make her want to sit down on the ground and cry. It was too much. But there was no one else, so it couldn't be too much. It had to be exactly enough. It had to be what she could handl...
It turns out that having kissed someone, the possibility of kissing hangs over everything, no matter how terrible an idea it was the first time.
It feels like the whole world has turned upside down. There aren't any more rules.Hey,' I say to Sam, because if the world's gone crazy, then I guess I can do whatever I want. Guess what? I'm a worker...
Isn't every hero aware of all the terrible reason they did those good deeds? Aware of every mistake they ever made and how good people got hurt because of their decisions? Don't they recall the moment...
If you want my advice, he says slowly, love doesn’t grow well, fed on pain. Grant me that I know that at least.
I'm not very good at explaining things, she said. But I think you have beautiful eyes. I love the gold in them. I love that they're different from my eyes- I see mine all the time and I'm bored with t...
I want to win. I do not yearn to be their equal. In my heart, I yearn to best them.
I think Bob appreciated my outfit. He made me buy the more expensive pendant. You might think that was to my disadvantage, but I accept that status comes with a price. Not usually so immediately. I sh...
I need your help, says the tiny figure. Her voice is sad and soft and sounds like Lila's, but with an odd accent that might just be how cats sound when they talk.
I hope to be able to decide for myself - when we turn, is there something shoved inside of us or is it that something inside of us has been released?
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.
He’s quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.
He stares at me as though I am a stranger, but I have never felt less like one. For the first time, we are both unmasked.
He closed his eyes. '' he said, but she could hear despair in his voice. It made her even angrier. It made her want to live down to his expectations.
Girls like her, my grandfather once warned me, girls like her turn into women with eyes like bullet holes and mouths made of knives. They are always restless. They are always hungry. They are bad news...
Flattery will get you everywhere, Sam says, Except, apparently, off a roof.