“Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her mouth wide and showed Azhar the wildflowers sitting on her tongue.” — Mercedes M. Yardley Copy Share Image
“Do you mind,” he asked politely, “if I slide my blade under your skin, just a little?” — Mercedes M. Yardley Copy Share Image
“Maybe princes aren’t real,” Sada said. Her eyes were crafty and sad at the same time. “But monsters are.” She opened her mouth wide… — Mercedes M. Yardley Copy Share Image
“Do you mind,” he asked politely, “if I slide my blade under your skin, just a little?” — Mercedes M. Yardley Copy Share Image
“For the first time I saw Death as somebody to fear instead of the gangly sack of bones who ate all of my Cheetos… — Mercedes M. Yardley Copy Share Image
“Build your novel one word at a time. Remember that minutes = novels.” — Mercedes M. Yardley Copy Share Image
“The inside of his skull, it tasted like roses and barbed wire and butterflies. Switchblades and heroin and grassy green gardens.” — Mercedes M. Yardley Copy Share Image
“Weakness is stereotypically expected in women but also despised.” — Mercedes M. Yardley Copy Share Image
“Lu felt his heart do a strange thing. It hurt. It opened. It beat.” — Mercedes M. Yardley Copy Share Image
