Nor did I need anyone's pity, but I would accept it with grace, because I have been well trained. Rudeness was a sign of weakness. Grace stemmed from power, the powere to accept anything and move on.
Like when everything flipped upside down and the scream of metal on metal exploded the silence and the world churned around me, ground over sky over ground over sky, and then, with a thunderous crack...
Chris loved you, I said, and the truth of it was almost a physical pain. She wouldn't look at me. No he didn't. And he would have figured it out eventually. So would you? Then where would I have been?...
You’d think BioMax could have improved on the defective male brain. . . .
Rudeness was a sign of weakness. Grace stemmed from power, the power to accept anything and move on.
Origin stories are irrelevant. Nothing matters less than how you were born. What matters is how you die, and how you live. We live for each other, so anything that got us to that point must have been...
Org dreams are nothing but random neural firings, spurts of color and unprompted emotion. The story comes later, in that instant before waking, your muddled mind making sense of the chaos by stringing...
Now I wonder, Nicki said. Didn't we all? What it would be like to be one of them, to have power, be seen, be heard, be dude rather than sluts, be jocks or geeks, or bros or nice guys, or boys will be...
Never be sorry, never be frightened, never be careful - those were the rules of Lacey. Play by the rules, win the game: Never be alone.
Just because you can’t take something back, doesn’t mean you don’t want to. Just because you want to, doesn’t mean you try.
Impossible not to see them, not to remember what it was like, when it was like that. To sit there, shivering, as the sun dips toward the horizon and the wind blows cold over the waves, as the sky blaz...
Eli: 'If a machine like that really existed, people would be willing to kill for it. Lots of people.'Nora: 'Yeah, and if hot vampires really existed, suicide would be a viable option for wrinkle preve...
Don't go looking in dark places, because dark things live there.
You tell me, Dex, what kind of a bullshit god doesn’t care what you did or who you hurt as long as you say you’re sorry? Forgiveness
She felt, at times, that what had seemed like an infinity of choice turned out to be a funnel, life narrowing itself one bad decision at a time, each mistake cutting the options by half, spiraling her...
See them in their golden hour, a flood of girls high on the ecstasy of the final bell, tumbling onto the city bus, all gawky limbs and Wonderbra cleavage, chewed nails picking at eruptive zits, lips n...
Our story ends happily ever after. It has to. We escape Battle Creek, pile into the car, and burn a strip of rubber down the highway. Fly away west, to the promised land. Our rooms will be lit by lava...
I don't believe in Our Dark Lord of the Underworld or the rising of the Antichrist, I don't believe in child sacrifice or wild midnight blood rituals, and I don't believe that I can call on the power...
Eli shouted my name, and then his arounds were around me, and I reached for Adriane who held fast to a blistering, burning creature that once had been Max and somehow still breathed and stood and howl...
Under the best of circumstances, middle school is a sixth-circle-of-hell situation, sandwiched somewhere between flaming tombs and flesh-eating harpies. It's the kind of situation that doesn't need ga...