“Wake me up if you see anything alarming." "Like...?" "Like an airplane dropping on our heads or a band of marauders on the side of the road. Little things like that.” — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“Grief is like an ocean. It comes in waves - some waves are bigger than others and you cannot prepare for it.” — Summer Lane Copy Share
“This is a kiss worthy of a blood-soaked battlefield, a kiss born out of tragedy and misery and death and loss. A kiss that… — Summer Lane Copy Share
“I didn't care, because I loved him, and that was the end of every argument and the beginning of every promise.” — Summer Lane Copy Share
“I can take you,” I reply. “But if you try anything, I’ll shoot you right between the eyes. Seriously.” He almost smiles. “Yes, ma’am.” — Summer Lane Copy Share
“She’s got the kind of exotic beauty I always dreamed about. But really, who cares about stuff like that anymore? Being pretty isn’t going… — Summer Lane Copy Share
“What’s your name?” I ask again. “Chris,” he says. “Chris Young.” I exhale dramatically, blowing my bangs out of my eyes. “I can take… — Summer Lane Copy Share
“Things used to be easy. Flip a switch? On goes the light. Press a button? You’re calling your parents. Swipe a credit card? You… — Summer Lane Copy Share
“Despite everything, every piece of Alaska sang to me. I remembered every curve in the trails, every tree in the forest. It was familiar… — Summer Lane Copy Share
“Outside, the dogs whine over the wind. They sense the wolves - they sense the wild. It calls to them, like it calls to… — Summer Lane Copy Share
“Your traveling companion, the soldier, is well trained. The two of you were planning something, weren't you?" "Planning what? An evil scheme to steal… — Summer Lane Copy Share
“I’ve never been on a bike,” I say. “I mean, I’ve been on a bike but not a motorcycle.” “And why is that?” he… — Summer Lane Copy Share
“We'll fight,' I interrupt. 'And if we die, that's how it ends. Fighting. With purpose.” — Summer Lane Copy Share
“Chris hops out of the vehicle, wearing a tight black tee. He pulls his hair back and throws his backpack over his shoulder, looking… — Summer Lane Copy Share
