“Her heartbeat picks up, her pulse fluttering through her neck and wrists. She loves this part, loves the moment before she pulls off a job—the heat, the cold, the rush. It’s terrifying and delicious, like teetering out over the edge… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“Actions fueled by desperation. They were the worst kinds of decisions, because desperate people could see the error of their ways and simply not… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“Glad to see word reached you. I forgot my phone and somehow throwing pebbles at random windows seemed like a losing strategy." "My roommate… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“This was how normal people survived their own fairy tales. They became their own kind of monster.” — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“She reached down, found his hand with hers. Their fingers tangled, wrists pressed together. No pulse between them.” — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“I just want to matter,' he said, unsmiling. It was like pulling a curtain back, peering behind a mask made of smiles and quips.… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“We're all just moments and most of us don't matter. We study less than one percent of all humanity in our history books.” — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“Fairy tales with all the shine taken away from them were simply stories of desperation. Of hungry wolves devouring children and jealous stepsisters who… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“That is why I take the younger ones, you see. You already give parts of your hearts away so easily--little fragments attached to celebrities,… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“She became her own knight; she collected those broken promises and whispered apologies and fashioned them into armor” — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
“She’s a lunatic,” says Conrad. “Absolutely insane,” says Guntram. “Either completely fearless or utterly stupid,” says Conrad. “She’s going to fit right in,” says… — Emily Lloyd-Jones Copy Share Image
