“Forgiveness is freedom. It's something you do for yourself - to keep who you are intact. Now that I think about it - in some ways, it's kind of a selfish act.” — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“Was it better to see the source of one’s demise approaching or to be surprised?” — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“See the stars, Lily?" She sighed, surrendering. "Of course." "Do you think they can see the sun coming up?" "I don't know. Probably?" "Do… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“I'd rather lie in a hammock with you -- with nothing but happiness surrounding us -- and be ambushed than run away.” — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“I hadn't killed anyone all winter and I have to say I felt pretty good about that.” — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“What are you doing out there?" Lily hissed. "Would you believe me if I said I was just passing by?" She groaned. "You are… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“I like the color of the Caribbean." I paused and absorbed the warmth of her smile before adding, "Dogs, not cats. Boxers, not briefs.… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“I squirmed in my hiding spot. Do something, people,” I urged. Say something . The silence dragged on. I imagined my first report to… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“I don't know why you're so hard to convince," I said, "But I'm really not that bad of a guy." "Spoken like a true… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“You can't find happiness outside yourself, Calder." I shook my head. "You sound like a fortune cookie." "It's still true. Everyone's always trying to… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“I swallowed hard. Fortunately, she had no way of knowing the demon was inches from her, steaming a carafe of milk into a perfect… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“There was no point in lying. "Yes. I am following you." Her carefully controlled exterior faltered. "Why?" "Because I like you. I'm sorry if… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“Calder, do you like me?" And then I laughed, breaking the spell. Her eyes flashed open and blood flooded her cheeks. She pushed off,… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
