“Who's Thyrza?" Molly asked. "What? Oh, some World War II femme fatale. Amelia Beauregard's boyfriend ran away with her." "That was my grandmother's name.” — Kirsten Miller Copy Share Image
Sometimes when we're in love, we take the facts and spin them into pretty stories. But it's a dangerous thing to do--because one day,… — Kirsten Miller Copy Share Image
“Brigid couldn't help but be charmed by this clever girl, with her baby doll freckles and wild red curls. She'd clearly inherited all the… — Kirsten Miller Copy Share Image
“Can I ask you a question? I swear it's not about heaven." Joi laughs. "Shoot." "Why do you love me?" I ask her. "Because… — Kirsten Miller Copy Share Image
“You've either bat-shit insane or you've watched too many movies. This isn't Star Wars , Mandel. I'm not Luke Skywalker. My dad's not Darth… — Kirsten Miller Copy Share Image
“Then she saw them both as little girls with wicker baskets in hand as they gathered treasures from Ivy's garden. Beautiful beetles with iridescent… — Kirsten Miller Copy Share Image
Yes, it's funny, isn't it? You try to do what's best for the people you love, and you just end up in trouble for… — Kirsten Miller Copy Share Image
“To those of you who are sticklers for safety and approach life with all the caution of amateur beekeepers, I can offer no excuse… — Kirsten Miller Copy Share Image
“You were traveling through the bloodline and entering each of your ancestors' minds. You know things about all of us now." Lily was right.… — Kirsten Miller Copy Share Image
“Gwendolyn and I have a beautiful relationship. She tells me everything. I haven't killed her yet.” — Kirsten Miller Copy Share Image
Beau, will you please watch the entrance for us?" "What should I do if I see anyone suspicious?" "Kick a car," Iain said. "Kick… — Kirsten Miller Copy Share Image
