“Are you any good at it?" "Pulling idiots out of the snow? I'm the best.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Hasta la vista, baby," he tells me, and I shake my head and smile at how adorably dorky he can be. His… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“It's been nice knowing you, Clara.' Huh? My brain still a bit shell-shocked. 'Say a prayer for me, will you? He gives… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Clara: "I won't hurt you." Be not afraid. His eyes flashed with anger like i've come right out and called him chicken.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Tucker: "Today we ran into a mama grizzly with two cubs at the ridge off Colter Bay and Clara sang to it… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I did get so wigged out that I sneaked out to his house a couple times in the middle of the night… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“What we have is divine. It's beautiful and good and right. I feel it..." He presses his his hand to his chest,… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I can't leave you," he says hoarsely. "I can't leave you either," I say, shaking my head. "I can't." "Then don't," he… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Can we go somewhere?" I ask. "Let's go somewhere off in the woods and I'll show you." He hesitates, of course. What… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Tucker snorts. "Sage is a fighter, it spreads over the land like wildfire, sucking up all the water, the nutrients in the… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“You’re not . . . normal, Clara. You try to pretend you are. But you’re not. You talked to a grizzly bear, and it obeyed… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“So did you really mean all that stuff you said when I was a dead man?" "Every word." "Could you say it… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“It wasn't you're fault," I whisper. And then out of self-protection more than anything else, I bring the glory. I don't warn… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
