“Alliteration. It’s when you repeat the same consonant in a phrase,” Memphis explained. “Huh. I was hoping it was something dirty.” — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“Evie yanked him to safety by the edge of his shirt, ripping it. “Thanks. You owe me a shirt,” Sam said. “You… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“Aww, Sheba. So you’re working for Evie. Honestly, who isn’t working for himself in this meshuga world? Some people just hide it… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“It’s Yiddish. Like…Ikh hob dikh lib.” Evie narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “What does that mean?” Sam smiled. “Maybe one day I’ll… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“What I can’t figure out is why you gotta make yourself crackers trying to be somebody you can’t ever be instead of… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“If I have to look through one more of these, I’m throwing myself off that balcony,” he moaned. “Let me know if… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“With a satisfied groan, Sam leaned back against his chair, his hands on his protruding gut. “Ling. How would your mother feel… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“Grinning, he grabbed his fisherman’s cap and coat. “I love you,” he whispered quietly. “Ikh hob dikh lib.” He kissed Evie’s head.… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
“He loved her. Was in love with her. Had always loved her. And it seemed that she loved him, too. It was… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
