“If silence could break bones, I would shatter right now, into pieces of stomachache and blueprints and desperation.” — Hannah Moskowitz Copy Share Image
“Jump. “Not yet.” A few more seconds of anticipation, of knowing most of his bones would shatter on contact. He grinned at the thought. The razor-sharp bone shards would cut his injured, swollen organs and those organs would burst like… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
