“He broke away from my mouth and trailed his lips down the front of my throat. I felt his lips close around my scars. He kissed away their ugliness. His lips parted in tingling butterfly kisses that drained the strength… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“Everything's a painting, anyway," Fawn said. "That's what I think. We live inside a giant painting, only we can't see who's holding the paintbrush.… — Rose Christo Copy Share
“He turned his head and gazed at me, eyes dancing and blue, remnants of a smile dancing on his face. How beautiful he looked.… — Rose Christo Copy Share
“Coldness settles again in my stomach. I do not want a nice Hmong girl. I want a nice Egyptian boy who teaches me about… — Rose Christo Copy Share
“You can't change the past, you know? You can't change who you were, but you can change who you're going to be.” — Rose Christo Copy Share
“I don't know what you're talking about. I just like animals," Rafael said. "So does Sky, except he's kind of a hippie soulbonder about… — Rose Christo Copy Share
“Some dumbass outside the reserve thinks you're wearing a butterfly on your arm, you'll get your ass kicked," Rafael said.” — Rose Christo Copy Share
“You can't change who you are, can you? That would require changing the people who made you along the way. That would mean discrediting… — Rose Christo Copy Share
“In Shoshone, there's a saying. It's a long one, and it doesn't have an English equivalent, so bear with me. Sutummu tukummuinna. It means,… — Rose Christo Copy Share
“I'm always gonna protect you. And I'm always gonna protect that little girl. There's no way in hell I'll let that woman get her… — Rose Christo Copy Share
“The shaman helps you figure it out. I already know what I'm going to be." I prodded him in the ribs. He couldn't just… — Rose Christo Copy Share
“He broke away from my mouth and trailed his lips down the front of my throat. I felt his lips close around my scars.… — Rose Christo Copy Share
“I grabbed his hand and dragged him down the street to a convenience shop. I abandoned him once inside and went down the stationery… — Rose Christo Copy Share
“What?" he said. "You let me draw all over your arm in permanent ink, but I hand you a vegetable and you chicken out?” — Rose Christo Copy Share
“He always knew what I would have liked to say, and with startling and increasing accuracy as we spent more time together. One time,… — Rose Christo Copy Share
