Amelie seemed to focus on her again. For a few seconds she regarded her, frowning, and then smiled just a little. "So I recall," she said. "Not all wars are waged with bullets and swords, indeed. Some...
Let's run away.""To where?" "Alaska." "What's in Alaska?" "No clue," I whispered. "Find out with me.
As my laughter faded, he shot me an amused glance. "You should laugh more often. It's far less nauseating than your speaking voice." "That may be the nicest thing you've ever said to me." "Don't let i...
Samuel," Amelie said, and her voice was low and quiet and warm. She bent closer to him. "Samuel. Come back to me."His eyes opened, and they were all pupil. Scary owl eyes. Claire bit her lip and thoug...
It's a discomfiting thing to have the person you love more than anything in the world toss a knife at your friend's head and walk away.
