Can I ask why you’re throwing knives at cheese?’‘Caleb came by to discuss something,’ Tobias says, leaning his head against the wall as he looks at me. ‘And knife-throwing just came up somehow.’‘As it...
And sometimes, if you want the truth, you have to demand it.
And everyone saw me. Tobias saw me.I hear footsteps. Tobias marches toward me and wrenches me to my feet.What the hell was that, Stiff?I... My breath comes in a hiccup. I didn't-Get yourself together!...
A sob racks my body again, and he wraps his arms around me so tightly I find it difficult to breathe, but it doesn't matter. My dignified weeping gives way to full-on ugliness, my mouth open and my fa...
A breeze blows through the alley, pushing me to one side, and I think of scaling the Ferris wheel with Tobias. He kept me steady then. There is no one left to keep me steady now.
Yes, she says, her eyes bright with tears. My dear child, you've done so well.
We're all right, you know,' he says quietly. 'You and me. Okay?' My chest aches, and I nod. 'Nothing else is all right.' His whisper tickles my cheek. 'But we are.
Tobias, I say anyway. My hands shake, but not from fear this time– from anger. Where is he? What are you doing to him?I see no reason to provide that information, says Jeanine...I make my voice flat a...
To live factionless Is not just to live in poverty and discomfort; it is to live divorced from society, separated from the most important thing in life: community. My mother once told me that we can’t...
There is power in controlling something that can do so much damage - in controlling something, period.
Sometimes, he says, sliding his arm across my shoulders, people just want to be happy, even if it’s not real.
Sleep, he says. I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you. With what? My bare hands, obviously.
It must be because you're so approachable,' I say flatly. 'You know. Like a bed of nails.'He stares at me, and I don't look away. He isn't a dog but the same rules apply. Looking away is submissive. L...
If Eric thinks I did something right, I must have done it wrong.
I was so afraid that we would just keep colliding over and over again if we stayed together, and that eventually the impact would break me. But now I know I am like the blade and he is like the whetst...
I think it would be easier to fight in a dress, says Marlene, tapping her chin. It would give your legs freer movement. And who really cares if you flash people your underwear, as long as you’re kicki...
I kiss him as the train slides into unlit, uncertain land. I kiss him for as long as I want, for longer than I should, given that my brother sits three feet away from me.
I ignore my fear, he says. When I make decisions, I pretend it doesn’t exist.I stare at him for a second. I can’t help it. To me there’s a difference between notbeing afraid and acting in spite of fea...
I can't tell him I need him. I can't need him, period -- or really, we can't need each other, because who knows how long either of us will last in this war?
I can't force you. I can't make you want to survive this. He pulls me against him and runs his hand over my hair, tucking it behind my ear. His fingers trail down my neck and over my shoulder, and he...