“Disheartened, enraptured, and strangely lightheaded, Grady emerged from the trees and walked back through town to the island bridge, his ankles and hands marked up with thorn scratches.” — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“Yes, he knew it was crazy to be this obsessed over an encounter that had taken up maybe sixty seconds of his life. (Or had it been an hour and sixty seconds?) But what an encounter. His fingers still felt… — Molly Ringle Copy Share Image
“Being around her now was nine parts bliss and one part torment. And he wanted it to last as long as possible.” — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“You’re going to kidnap me again?” Adrian tried a smile. “No, I’ll ask you if you *want* to be kidnapped again.” — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“She re-read his email four times, feeling offended and breathless, like he had casually grabbed her head and stuffed it into a pile of… — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“She’d had unsettling dreams like this. 'I’m wandering through Miryoku, but it’s not Miryoku. Or it is, but it’s been abandoned and overgrown, like… — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“Hermes visited him in the Underworld a few days before the spring equinox festival, cajoling Hades to come to it. Hades wandered across the… — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“Niko popped a spare slice of bacon in his mouth, chewing it up contentedly. “I hate being a soul, being dead. You know what… — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“But the thought of New Zealand instantly sent her mind to Watson, the possibly-Australian, possibly-Kiwi, definitely paranormal young fellow with videos of dead guys… — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“So we came to say hello. To the world’s grouchiest person. Because that’s such fun.” — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“You’re being nicer to me than I've been to you lately," I said. "Yes, I am. But then, Hitler was nicer to Poland than… — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“Ah, mate. My soul loves yours. It does. But this lifetime, my body won’t get on board.” — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“..."There’s really no way I can explain it to her without *still* sounding like scum," I complained to Sinter. "The 'sympathy shack-up' doesn’t score… — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“Disheartened, enraptured, and strangely lightheaded, Grady emerged from the trees and walked back through town to the island bridge, his ankles and hands marked… — Molly Ringle Copy Share
“And I got out of there without punching anyone, kicking anyone, or breaking down in tears. Some days the small victories are all you… — Molly Ringle Copy Share
