Why aren't you afraid of me?I've seen my death, and you're not it.
As my hand found his, bitter salt tears spilled from my eyes, in sorrow and pain and regret that I had so utterly failed him.
How did you find me? he said, anger creasing his brow.I pushed his hair back to run a finger over the scar Al had given him. How do you think? He knows when you are sleeping, he knows when you're awak...
These are the hands of Rachel Joy Scott and one day, will touch millions of people's hearts.
... how often is it possible to see the big picture, really?" Rachel said. "Things happen fast. You just have to make the best decision you can and then go for it.... With me, it's about instinct. I k...
Isaiah grabs my hand and leads me away from the police...My heart stutters. He's holding my hand. A guy is holding my hand. Touching it. Like his fingers entwined with mine. I've never held a guy's ha...
Uh... , Ivy stammered, and I glanced up to see her eyes wide in consideration.I'm kidding, I said. It passed the lethal-amulet test, remember?Not that. You keep it in your underwear drawer?I hesitated...
My God, he whispered. What have I done to her? He thought, humbled. The spell was broken, but it wasn't sealed, and her soul was bare to him, the scars of her tragic past and her triumphs over pain an...
Talking to her is like coming home and finding the furniture in every room rearranged. The same pieces are there, the same sense of comfort, but nothing is exactly the where you'd expect.
Just so you know, I’ve trusted you since camp.
From the back came an unearthly, satisfied chuckle. All I could see in the rearview mirror was a dark shadow with red goat-slitted eyes. Fear slithered throu