“That wasn’t Christian,” she says. “Brilliant observation, Mother.” “What happened?” “He’s in love with another girl,” I say, and pull the silver… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“And,” Kay adds as her final touch, “Christian Prescott is my boyfriend.” I dislike her already.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“His name is Christian,” he calls back. “Can you believe that? We came all this way so Clara could save a guy… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“There it is," says Christian, looking at me with something like admiration. "There what is?" "The smile. You always smile when you… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“As a serf, poor Christian has already been killed several times in our class. Aside from dying of the Black Plague on… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“And I'm thankful, in that moment, full to the brim with gratitude that Christian is with me. He's here. My partner. My… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“My mind wanders back to the dream, to Christian, the way he's always looking out for me, catching me, keeping me on… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Christian is staring at us. He’s an only child and could never understand the delicate joys of sibling abuse.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I love you," he murmurs. "Can you feel that? You. Not some destiny I think I'm called to. You. I'm with you.… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Tonight I want us to simply be Christian and Clara, two college students on a date.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Hot is really not an adequate enough word for this guy. He is crazy beautiful. And it’s more than his looks—the intentionally… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Once again, my hero. And here I’m supposed to be the one saving him.” — 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
