“Willow sees her before any of the others. A walking skeleton, the victim of some terrible wasting disease, like something out of the history books, a death camp survivor. It takes Willow a moment to realize that the girl is… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“It's hard to keep something a secret when it's written all over you body.” — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“Every lineament of the girl's wasted body is a testament to her inner turmoil. Willow can only imagine what kind of pain she must… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“I just figured out why someone would want to make the first mirror... I think some lover wanted his beloved to see how she… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“...her hand closes on smooth metal. Her fingers test the sharpness of the edge. Perfect. It's a fresh blade. The girls' voices rustle in… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“And she knows then that she was right about her brother, that it takes an unbelievable strength to feel this kind of grief, and… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“And yet, as she sits there with him on the window seat, with his strong arms around her, she knows that if she can… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“She watches as the blood springs from the cut she's making, but it doesn't change anything. Not this time. She swipes again, deeper. Now… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“Well, sometimes I worry that my whole life will be based about what's comfortable and easy. I'll care too much about what makes me… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“I guess what scares me the most now is the thought that I won't be able to protect you” — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“If someone were to look carefully, the angry red marks underneath the fine cotton of her blouse would be clearly visible. But nobody ever… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
“I bought you something" Willows blurts out. "You bought...What?" Willow closes her eyes for a second. She's a little surprised she's going to give… — Julia Hoban Copy Share Image
