“Come on. Let’s go get coffee, get your mind off it,” Silas says soothingly as I begin to take my frustration out… — Jackson Pearce Apple pie Copy Share Image
“I stop crying for a moment when light from the street steals into my bedroom as Silas gently pushes the curtain aside.… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Silas refuses to help us cage Screwtape, who hisses loudly, having long suspected something is up. I go to pick him up,… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“I look back at Silas, who is adding more sugar to his coffee. “Okay. Fine. One class, but only because I might… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“You need some help, Rosie?” His footsteps quicken behind me, and before I can respond, I feel his calloused hands on my… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“You understand,” Silas says quietly—the words are just for me, but I know Scarlett hears—“I’m . . . when I’m twenty-eight, Rosie.… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“She’s forgotten me. It’s over. I don’t want to see her again, and now I’ll have to. I won’t be able to… — Jackson Pearce As you wish Copy Share Image
“Silas nods toward the green crosswalk sign and lightly places his hand on the small of my back to urge me forward.… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“I hurry back to the apartment, wondering how long I’ve been gone. I push the door open, then promptly drop the frozen… — Jackson Pearce Left behind Copy Share Image
“I didn’t know you’d grown to love hunting so much,” Silas notes, sounding genuinely surprised. I backpedal. “I . . . I… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“what did you think would happen—best case? She’ll forget about you when you return to Caliban, you know that. Or do you… — Jackson Pearce As you wish Copy Share Image
“Those girls have nothing on the March sisters,” Silas says, leaning in so close that I can feel his breath on my… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Scarlett doesn’t want to go to the hospital. Not surprising, really, since we have to come up with an elaborate story about… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“We’ll go out tomorrow morning, then. First thing,” she ventures, more to Silas than me. “Though how the hell are we supposed… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Two men enter the room, one old and mustached and the other young and tawny-headed, wearing sweats and a worn T-shirt. He… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“There was something beautiful in someone trying to purchase happiness for a dying woman via a three-dollar box of french fries. I… — Jackson Pearce Death Copy Share Image
