“For the first time I saw Death as somebody to fear instead of the gangly sack of bones who ate all of my Cheetos and saved over my games on the Playstation.” — 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
