“Well, well, well, what have we here?” he asks. My mouth falls open. Tucker leans in the window, grinning from ear to ear. Oh yes, it can get more humiliating. “Hey, Carrots,” he says. “Jeff.” He nods to my brother… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“One minute you’re a happy fourteen-yearold—good at everything you try, popular, fun—the next you’re a freak with wings” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I am amazed at how being with him changes everything for me, socially speaking.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Again," I whisper. The corner of his mouth lifts, and then I kiss him. Not so gently this time. His hands drop from my… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“In fact, I've essentially given up on the idea of flight altogether and accepted that I'm going to be an angel-blood who stays earthbound,… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“As your abilities begin to grow, your angelic side will start to manifest itself in more noticeable ways." "My angelic side. Great. Like I… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“You do know we're officially the talk of the town," I say to Tucker. He might as well have taken a marker to my… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Tucker snorts. "Sage is a fighter, it spreads over the land like wildfire, sucking up all the water, the nutrients in the earth, until… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I guess I always knew that our time together would be fleeting. Ephemeral.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I sneaked out to his house a couple times in the middle of the night to watch over him while he slept, just in… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I should have fought for you, Clara, even if I would have had to fight you to fight for you. I should have never… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
