Before I had a chance to feel too sorry for myself, I turned toward the front of the cabin and found the bookcases carved right into the wall. Hundreds of leather-bound volumes rested in dim alcoves. I had no idea what stories or information they hel...
A companion on a caffeine high will wake me up just as well, without the aftertaste.
I hate being a teenager." "Why?" "Hormones." With a sad half smile, he left.
We danced forever, and not nearly long enough. Now that I faced him, I could touch him, too, rather than self-consciously drip through his fingers. I explored his back, fingertips discovering ridges of his spine, muscles, a place below his left shoul...
Breathing in the scent of his hair, I realized I'd needed him my whole life, before we even met. First, his music and the way he taught me through books and recordings. Then, he saved my life and refused to abandon me no matter how much I deserved it...
The secrets of dreams keep us safe Reminding our subconscious Of what we can't face in our waking hours.
I've never had a home before." That must have been all the sweets talking; I'd never have told him otherwise. "I mean, staying with Li, I never felt like I belonged. That's all." Sam touched my wrist, making me shiver. "You always have a home with me...
Sam hauled open the library door. "There you are!" Whit pushed up from the desk he'd been hunched over. "We thought you two had given up on us." "Unlike some people I know," I said, removing my mittens and scarf, "we don't live here." "She says that ...
I'll be around my whole life. That's a long time to me.
I closed my eyes during a flute solo, wishing I could wrap the silvery sound around me like armor.
No matter what happens, I want that piece of music to live. When people hear it, I want them to think about what we tried to do, regardless of whether we succeed. And I want them to know that without you, Ana Incarnate, whatever Janna had planned wou...
Sam said nothing about it, as though he spontaneously composed music with nature all the time.
There's always the option of deciding for yourself who you are and what you'll become.
Authenticity was the key to any deception. Sometimes authenticity was disgusting.
I wasn't concerned, but I was thinking that the fastest way to get your mind off him and on me would be to tell you something truly appalling about him.
I was there was the war began. And when it ended.
