“Cricket’s voice broke through Thomas’s memory. He was reading a letter, most likely from his mother. He was trying hard to hide it, but he was tearing up. “Captain I don’t want to be here,” was all he could choke… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“You cannot have a best friend for one hundred and fifty four years without trust.” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not here to start trouble. I am just doing some research for my thesis.” “If you… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“Cricket’s voice broke through Thomas’s memory. He was reading a letter, most likely from his mother. He was trying hard to hide it, but… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“Her name is Emmilina. She is quite eccentric and was Thomas’s best friend.” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers. My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forget to eat… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“After everything, you still want to believe that love prevails, that in the end there will be justice. That is an illusion, and I… — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“I screeched with frustration, which in hindsight is never okay when there are people trying to kill you.” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
“You think me noble?” She rolled to her side facing him. “Am I saint-like? Do I slay dragons and hang the moon as well?” — Jessica Fortunato Copy Share Image
