“I recognize the look in Silas's eyes--adoration. I furrow my eyebrows and try to shake away the feeling of being punched in the face.” — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“I can’t pinpoint what exactly it is until Silas steps behind my sister and delicately runs his fingers through her hair, his handle gentle as if he’s touching a priceless jewel. Rosie blushes as he leans into her and whispers… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“I hesitate, then put my other hand on top of his. We're partners. Always have been, even when I hate him, when he's a… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“When they attack her, I scream until my voice is hoarse so I don't have to hear the shredding sounds.” — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“No importa si no te entienden, lo que importa es que tengas el valor de decirlo.” — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“So, did you see that community center I was talking about?” “What? Where?” “We walked right past it, just before that grocery store. I… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“I don't care anymore. Even if she never speaks to me again because of the press, she's worth it. She makes me a person,… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“You need some help, Rosie?” His footsteps quicken behind me, and before I can respond, I feel his calloused hands on my waist. I… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Jealousy is a mortal emotion. One that means I feel I have something to lose--something that, if gone, will tear away a part of… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Would I trade that in, give it away for the hunt? I stumble down the stairs of a subway. No. I couldn’t trade it… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“We’ll go out tomorrow morning, then. First thing,” she ventures, more to Silas than me. “Though how the hell are we supposed to hunt?… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“The air feels sugary and thick, between the coffee steam and the music, and I forget to notice time passing, hours passing.” — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
“Oh god. Screwtape, I hate you.” I cry and laugh in the same breath as I trudge toward them. My clothes are covered in… — Jackson Pearce Copy Share Image
