Real love isn't about drama or heartbreak. Real love just is.
That's a comforting response, Oliver. Of course I can trust you implicitly when all you care about is using me for your own designs.
While Mary brushed my pistachio silk carriage dress, Mama tugged the laces of my corset as tight as they would go. She grunted and I groaned, and we sounded like the giant hogs I'd seen at the zoo-exc...
Eleanor," Daniel said. "Miss Fitt! Wake up!"I fluttered my eyelids open. "I'm not a misfit anymore," I rasped. "I thought I told you that.
She was broken. She was useless. She was the pointless half of a friendship. The one who would live forever in shadows, no matter what she did. No matter whom she fought.
Merik swiveled his wrists slowly. At night, the temple was too dark to see the blood dripping from his arms, pooling on the granite flagstones. He felt it falling, though. Just as he felt the new, bur...
Miss Fitt, you know curiosity gets men killed."I grinned. "Then I daresay it's good I'm a woman.
Curiosity is a strong fire, and once ignited, it is not easily put out.
We waddled through life blindly, hoping to find something—and someone—worth fighting for.
The fault is not in our stars," I whispered to the ceiling. "But in ourselves. This was my choice.
There was no heaven here. Eternal life meant waking up as a putrid corpse.
I can still make a fist, and breath still burns in my chest. So look at my face. Look at my mortal soul, and remember it. You did not crush me, and you will have the rest of eternity to think on it.
There are degrees of freedom. Complete freedom isn't always good, nor is the lack of it always bad.
