“Once upon a time there was a girl who was special. This is not her story. Unless you count the part where I killed her.” — R.J. Anderson Copy Share Image
“I was six years old, watching my pregnant mother wash the dishes. Cutlery clinked, filling the air with sparkling bursts of colour. 'Do it… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share
“I'm just a little cold," said Knife, pulling the blanket closer about her shoulders. Paul wrapped his free arm around her. "It's all right,"… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share
“I'd hoped at least one of my parents had seen Milo and me standing close together on the sidewalk, still holding hands, as I… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share
“I hate it when people talk like friendship is less than other kinds of-as though it's some sort of runner-up prize for people who… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share
“This is fantastically squalid," said Milo. "We may never get out of here alive.” — R.J. Anderson Copy Share
“I hate it when people talk like friendship is less than other kinds of - as though it's some kind of runner-up prize for… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share
“I don't know how to be anything but pretend," I replied, and it ached in me how true that really was. "But if I… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share
“Once upon a time there was a girl who was special. This is not her story. Unless you count the part where I killed… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share
“Everybody has a story, Alison," he said. "Everybody has things they need to hide--sometimes even from themselves.” — R.J. Anderson Copy Share
“I caught Faraday's face between my hands and broke off the kiss, breathless. "I've just thought of something," I said. "Something we haven't tried."… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share
“Reluctantly she lifted her eyes to his, and he went on: "I want you to understand this as though I were one of your… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share
“So I pushed the bitterness down, into the black pit of my stomach along with my regret and my grief and my fear, and… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share
“So I couldn’t talk about the color of three, or whether triangles tasted better than circles, or how playing Bach on my keyboard made… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share
“I sensed that not only the grand movements of the cosmos, but everything that had happened in my life, was a part of that… — R.J. Anderson Copy Share
