She stares at me for a moment, and then she bursts out laughing. You haven’t seen his perfect little wife and his perfect little girls. Believe me, Oliver, I’m not the great love of his life, the one...
May I ask you something? I say. Why do you read books, when you could be outside, living a million different adventures every day? Because you can always count on a book to stay the same. EVerything e...
(n.) An olive grove.
(n.) An olive tree.
(n.) A small tilt hammer, worked by the foot.
Are you armed? Oliver asked her.She glanced down at her backpack and instantly, instinctively held back. No.Lie to me again and I'll put you out on the street and do this myself.Claire swallowed. Uh,...
Was he hungry? He'd had an enormous breakfast, but the transition from the glimpse had taken a lot out of him. Did they serve lunch in Hell? Should he have packed a snack? Why was he suddenly thinking...
She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak...
I've always been able to see you, I say. It's a rather lovely view.