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By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Dear Dad, When you sent me to school that morning, I thought you loved me. But now I see you for what you are. You called me a monster and a freak. But you’re the one that raised me.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

What?” The word exploded out of me. “What do you want me to tell you? You want to hear about how they tied us up like animals to bring us into the camp—or, hey! How about that time a PSF once beat in a girl’s skull so badly she actually lost an eye? You want to know what it was like to drink rotten water for an entire summer until new pipes finally came? How I woke up afraid and went to bed in terror every single day for six years? For God’s sake, leave me alone! Why do you always have to dig and dig when you know I don’t want to talk about it?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

The darkest minds never fade in the afterlight.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

It was almost painful, I thought, to have a heart so swollen with gratitude and what must have been pure, untainted happiness. I wanted to live inside the feeling forever.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

I hesitate, hand on my seat belt buckle. I know I need to get going somewhere, but—well, what’s the harm in scoping the area out? Making sure it’s as safe as Remy seems to think it is? “All right, Remy,” I say, opening the door. “Remy,” he shoots back. “Jesus, you can’t even remember my name? The sewers weren’t kind to you, were they?” “Wait—what?” I ask, shutting the door, locking it. No one’s taking my Lucy. He just looks exasperated, which just makes me confused. “You called me Ruby,” Remy said, indignantly. I stare at him. There’s a flutter of something wild, panicked in my chest I don’t understand and I don’t particularly want to examine. I’m tired and when I’m tired my tongue gets lazy. “Sorry. Tired. Idiot.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Genet raised his hand, and I squeezed my eyes shut, sure I would be receiving the worst backhanded slap of my life. Genet froze and whimpered, but didn't back away. "Oh, ho," said a familiar voice. "That was close !" I opened my eyes as North's free hand - the one that hadn't caught Genet's wrist - gently pulled my arm free. I pushed myself away from both of them. "You interrupt my business ?" Genet sputtered. "Do you know what this wench just accused me of being ?" "A filthy pig," North said good-naturedly. "But there's only one filthy pig allowed in her life, and the position's been filled.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Life isn’t fair." I said. "It’s taken me a while to get that. It’s always going to disappoint you in some way or another. You’ll make plans, and it’ll push you in another direction. You will love people, and they’ll be taken away no matter how hard you fight to keep them. You’ll try for something and won’t get it. You don’t have to find meaning in it; you don’t have to try to change things. You just have to accept the things that are out of your hands and try to take care of yourself. That’s your job.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

His hand came up to brush the stray strands of hair off the back of my neck. I leaned back until I was resting against his chest, nestled between his knees. “You okay now, darlin’?

By Anonym 20 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Would you like me to go take that violin for you? I'd gladly fight whatever angry mob rises up if it might make you smile.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

What was the point of being holed up with someone who didn't believe in me when I had people out there who did?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

A moment later, Liam's bright blue eyes opened, and he was seeing me. He just wasn't seeing Ruby.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

I bet it gets pretty lonely with only your ego for company.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Up! you bag of bones!" "Magister? Gods i was hoping that was a dream....... You're disturbing Ms. Mirabil!!! "She's awake!! North said, kicking off his covers and kneeling beside my bed, a bright smile on his face. "Hullo my beautiful beautiful darling, feeling better today??

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Eyes of a poet, hands of a killer. Who the hell are you?

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Home isn’t four walls, it’s the people you’re with.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Cate had told me once, a long time ago, that the only way to survive your past was to find a way to close it off behind you, to shut one door before passing into another, brighter room. I was afraid. That was the truth. I was terrified of the guilt and shame that would come flooding in when I retraced my steps, turned the lock, and found the girl I had abandoned. I didn’t want to know what the darkness there had done to her, if she would even recognize herself in my face.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

He said he'd never remarry, because he'd never find another lady that fit so neatly at his side. He called her his equal in spirit.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Why are you so weird?" "Because my weird has to be able to cancel out your weird, Lady Cross-stitch." "At least what I do is considered an art form." "Yes, in ye olde medieal Europse you would've been quite the catch-

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Oh, I'm sorry," Chubs said, 'apparently the middle of my sentence interrupted the beginning of yours. Do continue.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

The you that you were then, who you are now, who you’ll be,” he began quietly, as if sensing my thoughts, “I love you. With my whole heart. My whole life, however long I’m lucky enough to get, nothing will change for me.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

And the open road rolled out in front of us.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

I can't do this anymore," I cried, "Why won't you just leave me alone?" Because you would never leave me.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Cause, frankly, the way I see it, you and me? Inevitable.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

But there was another, secret Ruby. This one was as thin as a wisp of air, and had struggled for so long just to be. This was the one that Liam carried with him, without knowing. The one that would ride in his back pocket, whisper words of encouragement, tell him he was born to chase the light.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

I glide under a sky so blue, so purple, so golden I fight as hard as anything to keep my eyes open, because I want to remember it forever, however long that lasts. Because I know it'll be the last thing I see.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Where did she come from, and where can I find one?" "Picked this one up at a gas station in West Virginia, bargain price. Last one on the shelf, sorry.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

A clatter of metal against the concrete made me look back. Liam had moved on from the car to a nearby pile of bikes that were tangled together like brambles. He picked through the frames and spokes and wheels, working carefully, trying to get down to whatever he'd seen under them.... "Do you actually know how to ride?" "Do I know how to ride?" Liam scoffed, leaning over the bike's seat so his face was inches from mine. His pale blue eyes were electric with his excitement; they sent a charge through me, sizzling the rest of the world into peaceful, quiet static. That last bit of distance must have been as unbearable to him as it was to me, because his fingers came down over where my hands rested on the busted leather seat. I felt his touch spread over my skin like late afternoon sunshine. His lips skimmed my cheek, his breath warm against my ear as he said in low, honeyed tones, "Not only can I ride, darlin', but I can give you a few pointers– "Hey, Hell's Angels!" Cole barked. "I didn't bring you in here to shop around for yourselves! Get your assess over here!" Liam expression clouded over as he pulled back, the fluttering excitement vanishing like a candle blown out. with a single breath. I must have looked as disappointed as I felt, letting out a small sound of irritation, because just like that he was smiling again as he tucked a loose strand of hair back over my ear. A softer, smaller smile than before, but one meant for me. It warmed me down to my bones.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Owain crossed his arms over his chest. "I've gone straight. Only good, clean jobs for me now." "So, in other words," North said, "you're living in poverty?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Because she knows what it's like to live in a world of black, and black, and the tiny bit of white, but when she escaped it, she didn't find the rainbow of colors, the dresses, the singing, the dancing. She only found ugliness.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

I'll teach you later, but for now I just need someone to watch the signs for me. Come on up to the copilot chair." I jerked a thumb in the direction of Chubs. Liam only shook his head. "Are you kidding me? Yesterday he thought a mailbox was a clown." I unbuckle my seat belt with a sigh. As I climbed over Chubs's outstretched legs to the front, I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes going to his too-small glasses. " Is his eyesight really that bad?" "Worse," Liam said. "So, right after we got the hell out of Caledonia, we broke into this house to spend the night, right? I woke up in the middle of the night hearing the most awful noise, like a cow dying or something. I followed the wailing, clutching some kid's baseball bat, thinking I was going to have to beat someone's head in for us to make a clean getaway. then I saw what was sitting at the bottom of a drained pool." "No way," I said. "Way," he confirmed. "Hawkeye had gone out to relieve himself and had somehow missed the giant gaping hole in the ground. Twisted his ankle and couldn't climb out of the deep end. I tried so hard not to laugh, but it was impossible. The mental image was just too damn good.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Mornin’, sunshine!

By Anonym 20 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

When it came to adults, it was better not to talk. They had a way of hearing one thing and processing it as something else. No reason to give them an excuse to hurt you.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Tell me . . . just one thing . . . about your time?' he managed to get out. 'Of course,' Etta said. 'Do you remember . . . that couple in London, in the station?' 'The ones who were dancing?' she asked. 'What about them?' 'Would we . . . be able to dance . . . that way?' he said, finding it harder to catch his breath. 'In your time?' Etta pressed her lips together, clearly fighting to offer him a smile. 'Yes.' 'Though so.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

I closed my eyes. I forced myself to relax, to remember that here, now, and always, I was the predator.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

The most important thing you ever did was learn how to survive. Do not let anyone make you feel like you shouldn't have.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

It shouldn't surprise me that men continue to think of grand new ways to kill one another, and with greater precision.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Maybe nothing will ever change for us,” he said. “But don’t you want to be around just in case it does?

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

What?" he whispered. "What are you smiling about?" My fingers brushed against his hair, trying to smooth it down. I realized what I was doing a full minute after Liam had closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. Embarrassment flared up my chest, but he grabbed my hand before I could pull back and tucked it under his chin. "Nope," he whispered, when I tried to tug it away. "Mine now." Dangerous. This is dangerous. The warning was fleeting, banished to the back corners of my mind, where it wouldn't interrupt how good it felt to touch him - how right. "I'm going to need it back eventually," I said, letting him run it along the stubble on his chin. "Too bad." "...crackers..." a voice breathed out behind us, "yessss..." Both of us turned, watching as Chubs twisted around in his seat and settled back down, still fast asleep. I pressed a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing. Liam rolled his eyes, smiling. "He dreams about food," he said. "A lot." "At least they're good dreams." "Yeah," Liam agreed. "I guess he's lucky.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

He came back in a body bag.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

That was the Liam Stewart way of saying, Hi, darlin', missed you something fierce.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Try again, I've gotten much better at detecting your bullshit

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

It was a good ten minutes before I realized Roman and I had been sitting in silence. I stole a look at him out of the corner of my eye, but he seemed unbothered by quiet as I was. For the first time in a long while, I didn't feel like I had to say anything. There was no one to comfort tor convince. There was no one to charm or encourage. I disappeared into myself as I drove on, trying to find my center. I could breathe. Be still. What I hadn't expected was how much Roman seemed to need it, too. Some people feared silence. They did anything to fill it, talking about things that didn't matter, asking questions just to hear some kind of response. it seemed to me that a lot of people saw it as a kind of failure. Evidence that they weren't interesting enough, or that a bond wasn't strong enough. Or maybe they were just nervous about what it would reveal about themselves.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Se esfuerza tanto en buscar la parte buena de la gente que pasa por alto el cuchillo que llevan en la mano. —E incluso entonces, se echaría a sí mismo la culpa de que la gente llevara ese cuchillo y se disculparía por ser un blanco tan tentador.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

As Vida always said, the best way through bullshit was to wade in, hold your nose with one hand and a grenade in the other, and cut straight to it.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

That had to have been the fakest attempt at optimism since my fourth grade teacher tried reasoning that we were better off without the dead kids in our class because it'd mean more turns on the playground swings for the rest of us.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

His fingers unhooked from hers, following that same path up her arm, and then back down it again. The feeling was so distracting, so good, so sweet against her clammy skin. She didn't choose a piece from her repertoire; Etta gave herself over to the notes that started streaming through her mind, rising from somewhere deep inside of her. The melody of her heart had no name; it was quick, and light. It rolled with the waves, falling as the breath left his chest, rising as he inhaled. It was the rain sliding down the glass; the fog spreading its fingers over the water. The creaking of a ship's great body. The secrets whispered by the wind, and the unseen life that moved below. It was the flame against the candle. Nicholas's arm was a map of hard muscles and delicate sinews, heartbreakingly perfect. She wondered if he could hear her humming the piece against his skin over the droning roars overhead. Maybe. His free hand skimmed up her skin, leaving a trail of sparks in its wake. With the world blacked out around them, she could catalog all over her senses, capture this moment in the warm darkness forever. He brushed back the loose hair across her forehead, cheek, the corner of her lips, her jaw, and she knew it had to be the same for him, that they'd never been so aware of another person in their entire lives. She released his arm, and he drew it up around her, guiding both of them down so they were on their sides, their heads cushioned by the bag, his jacket drawn over them. Etta understood that here, in the darkness, they'd found a place beyond rules; a place that hung somewhere between the past and the future. This was a single moment of possibility. The clattering of the attack from above faded as he rested his forehead against hers, his thumb lightly stroking a bruise on her cheek. She traced his face - the straight nose, the high, proud cheekbones, the full curve of his lips. His hand caught her there, taking it in his own; he pressed a hard, almost despairing kiss to it. But when she tilted her face up, half - desperate with longing, her blood racing, Nicholas pulled back; and although Etta could feel him beside her, his heart pounding, his ragged breath, it was as if he had disappeared into the thundering dark.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

You had day-of-the-week underwear growing up, didn't you?

By Anonym 13 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

But hey, what's life without a little adversity?" That had to have been the fakest attempt at optimism since my fourth grade teacher tried reasoning that we were better off without the dead kids in our class because it'd mean more turns on the playground swings for the rest of us.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Never, never, never. I am never going to forget you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Alexandra Bracken

Chubs didn’t have to finish. I knew what I’d been when I’d found them: a terrified splinter of a girl who had been shattered a long time ago. I had nothing, and no one, and no real place to go. Maybe I was still broken and would always be—but now, at least, I was piecing myself back together, lining up one jagged edge at a time.