“Bran’s lips part. I glimpse his tongue and a slightly crooked incisor. These little details, I can’t stop gathering them like a kid seeking fistfuls of dandelions.” — Lia Riley Copy Share Image
“My characters blather away to each other. I simply turn up and listen.” — Lia Riley Copy Share Image
“Fifteen extra pounds padded her hips and butt, a result of an ongoing ménage a trois with Ben and Jerry.” — Lia Riley Copy Share Image
“I glance at the red-stenciled words crossing my chest—HOLDEN CAULFIELD IS MY HOMEBOY.” — Lia Riley Copy Share Image
“here are beautiful places inside him, where laughter comes easy, where sweet words appear like surprises. But I also know his bitter valleys. The… — Lia Riley Copy Share Image
“I adore chocolate. I require books. They are like oxygen or water, vital to my existence.” — Lia Riley Copy Share Image
“People want to be with the sunflowers, those who rise and face the sky. Who prefers fungus, moss, things that grow in the world’s… — Lia Riley Copy Share Image
“On her tombstone it would read: She came. She saw. She made it awkward.” — Lia Riley Copy Share Image
“Let me get this straight. That necklace you're wearing is magical and it's the reason I'm standing here?" "Maybe. Maybe not. Oh, I don't… — Lia Riley Copy Share Image
“I remember something Bran said when we were hiking in Tasmania, about how people believe they see the same river but the water is… — Lia Riley Copy Share Image
