“And somewhere he was laughing, in a white-painted loft, distant fingers caressing the deck, tears of release streaking his face.” — William Gibson Copy Share Image
“it, Leo had no idea. Coach Hedge was too miserable to help. He kept pacing the deck with tears in his eyes, pulling at his goatee and slapping the side of his head, muttering, “I should have saved them! I… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
