“Each second neared our last. We danced. “Kieren . . .” “Shhh . . .” We danced. “I’ll be okay.” Was that me lying? Or him? We danced. “Close your eyes,” he whispered, brushing his lips against mine. “Know that… — Cynthia Leitich Smith Copy Share Image
Beginning authors often get in their own way … They forget that they’ve been telling stories since they could talk. … The important thing… — Cynthia Leitich Smith Copy Share Image
“Turned out there was some big, bad Wolf in my good boy after all.” — Cynthia Leitich Smith Copy Share Image
“Straightening, I asked, "What do you believe in?" "Old love songs, best friends, the collected works of J.R.R.Tolkien, crispy pork egg rolls with just… — Cynthia Leitich Smith Copy Share Image
Bridget adds, "Did Anyone bring a weapon?" "Confiscated," Zach admits for both of us. Vesper holds up her metal fingernail file. "They didn't take… — Cynthia Leitich Smith Copy Share Image
That's when it happens. Maybe it was my argument. Maybe it was my scary zeal. Whatever the reason, as soon as Megan whistles, the… — Cynthia Leitich Smith Copy Share Image
Vampires don't live at all," she points out, "neither do we." She has me there. "Fine, I'll go. But when Kurt leads his minions… — Cynthia Leitich Smith Copy Share Image
Besides, humans aren't prey. They are our natural enemies. They are to be avoided. — Cynthia Leitich Smith Copy Share Image
“I like it,” I said. “The material’s so heavy, though. I may turn into a sweat monster.” — Cynthia Leitich Smith Copy Share Image
It was funny, though, the things you didn't learn about people until after they died. — Cynthia Leitich Smith Copy Share Image
“She seems to think being cryptic is some kind of substitute for having a decent personality.” — Cynthia Leitich Smith Copy Share Image
