“As your abilities begin to grow, your angelic side will start to manifest itself in more noticeable ways." "My angelic side. Great.… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“We are all connected, everything that lives and breathes in this world, and glory is what binds." Next thing he'll be talking… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“You and I have a connection that nothing, not on heaven or earth, or even hell, could ever break. If you want… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“How did you do that?” I shrug. “I click my heels three times and say, ‘There’s no place like home.’” “Uh-huh. So… — 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
“Before I moved here, I never got the whole love-triangle thing. You know, in movies or romance novels or whatnot, where there’s… — 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
“Crap. No one's ever called me dorkina before. Derivative of dork. Not good.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Can we go somewhere?" I ask. "Let's go somewhere off in the woods and I'll show you." He hesitates, of course. What… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“The odds of surviving are not good for serfs, or clerics, since they tended the sick, but miraculously I survive. Mr. Erikson… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I can’t believe you’re old enough to have your purpose,” Mom says with a sigh. “Makes me feel old.” “You are old.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I didn't figure things out, either, you know. So if you'e an idiot, I guess that makes two of us." He seems… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Okay, that was, I have to say, about the cheesiest thing I ever heard in my life,” I say to Angela as… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Tucker strokes my hair. There's something so tender about the gesture. It might as well have been him whispering I love you .” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice,… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Fine.” He smirks at me. “Nice to meet you, Carrots,” he says, looking directly at my hair. “Oh, I mean Clara.” My… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I don’t particularly want Kay to be a good person. I’m perfectly comfortable thinking about her as the wicked witch” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
Clara," he says, my name sounding different somehow when it passes through his lips. "I'll miss you. — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“A light comes on in his eyes. “Sure, why not? A date with Queen Elizabeth.” He smiles.” — 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
