“On Christmas morning, Dustin knocked on my door. “Miss Winters,” he said cheerfully. “Breakfast.” I didn’t move. My parents were dead. My boyfriend was dead. My grandfather had a mysterious hidden room that had books about the walking dead—which is… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“... In this world, darkness is always looming on the horizon. At Gottfried, instead of avoiding the dark, we meet it head on ... do the same with your studies and with every obstacle you face in the future. Do not accept the confines of the world as you perceive it. Instead, look for what you cannot see. There are… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“I raised an eyebrow. "You know, you're really good at compliments. Actually, it's surprising that a person with charm like yours has any enemies." The words came out before I could stop them. At this rate I would never be able to ask him about Benjamin Gallow, and it didn't help that every time he looked at me I wanted… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“Absentmindedly, I started doodling in the margins of my paper. Renee, I wrote in cursive, and then again in bubble letters and then in the loopy handwriting of the mystery note. I drew a tiny picture of the moon above the lake. And then stick figures of people swimming in it. And then for some reason, I wrote Dante. First… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“Who is he?” Eleanor lowered her voice, the name rolling off her tongue like a dark secret. “Dante Berlin.” I laughed. “Dante? Like the Dante who wrote the Inferno? Did he pick that name just to cultivate his ‘dark and mysterious’ persona?” Eleanor shook her head in disapproval. “Just wait till you see him. You won’t be laughing then.” I… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“Why do you keep staring at me?" I muttered under my breath. He glanced around to make sure no one was listening and then leaned towards me. His voice was hushed. "You have pen on your face. Here," he said, touching the space by his nose. "Oh." I felt my face go red as I wiped my cheek with my… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“On Christmas morning, Dustin knocked on my door. “Miss Winters,” he said cheerfully. “Breakfast.” I didn’t move. My parents were dead. My boyfriend was… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“Oh, come on. Haven't you seen him?" Eleanor exclaimed. It's because he's tall, isn't it? Tall and has long hair." Even Nathaniel's crude description… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“Rules help us live our lives when we lose the will to do it on our own” — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“How do you measure someone’s life? By the scope of their accomplishments, or the number of people they’ve touched, or by the width of… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
