“Anna turned the pages slowly for effect, and like some demonic schoolmarm, held the book at an angle to provide maximum exposure to the assembled crowd. Everyone needed to have the opportunity to catch a long, languorous glimpse of my… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“What does that mean?' Anna whispered. 'What does that all mean? Abel ran his fingers through her hair again, and his hand wandered down and stayed on her throat. 'It means everything,' he whispered back. 'And nothing.” — Antonia Michaelis Copy Share Image
