Suicide is not something I owe you or yours.
Some things, it was better not to think about. It just made you mad and angry.
Jesus walked on water, so maybe he makes aquifers, too.
Family. It was just a word…Could see its letters all strung together. But it was a symbol, too. And people thought they knew what it meant…It was a thing everyone had an opinion about—that it was all...
Belief.” He snorted. “I could kiss a thousand crosses. Fucking belief.
Believing is for Santa Claus, right? It's for Tooth Fairies. It's for your boyfriend when he says he's never met anyone like you and wants to feel you up. That's believing. It's for little kids. Belie...
But then, that was the problem with pretty toy stitches. When real life got hold of them, they always tore out.
I'm a chess piece. A pawn,' she said. 'I can be sacrificed, but I cannot be captured. To be captured would be the end of the game.
Pain held no terror for him. Pain was, if not friend, then family, something he had grown up with in his crèche, learning to respect but never yield to. Pain was simply a message, telling him which li...
We are nature. Our every tinkering is nature, our every biological striving. We are what we are, and the world is ours. We are its gods. Your only difficulty is your unwillingness to unleash your pote...
Mahlia… understood Doctor Mahfouz and his blind rush into the village. He wasn’t trying to change them. He wasn’t trying to save anyone. He was just trying to not be part of the sickness. Mahlia had t...
Maggot twitch, some people called it. If you’d seen much of the war, you had it. Some more. Some less. But everybody had it.
Her face was smeared with mud and blood and ash. Just another bit of debris in the wreckage of war.
Hell, we’re all bullet bait sooner or later. Doubt it makes much difference. You make it to sixteen, you’re a goddamn legend.
You couldn’t live close to war and not have it grab you eventually.
The problem with surviving was that you ended up with the ghosts of everyone you’d ever left behind riding on your shoulders.
The more I write stories for young people, and the more young readers I meet, the more I'm struck by how much kids long to see themselves in stories. To see their identities and perspectives—their ava...
