“Maddi glared at him. "Thats why your not built like Alden. French fries." Race laughed. "Id love to look like Alden. Hot female speakers would be falling all over themselves to be paired up with me, just like they did… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“Maddi glared at him. "Thats why your not built like Alden. French fries." Race laughed. "Id love to look like Alden. Hot female speakers… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“Wait, Alden. I really don't want to meet your friends dressed like this." "They're your friends too. And you look fantastic. I love the… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“Bogeymen or not, I was in love with Alden Thomas, regardless of what name I went by or what demon wanted me dead.” — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
The pain had no ebb or flow. It was a constant ever-increasing knell in my chest, timed to the beating of my broken heart. — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“... it's not possible to truly become desensitized or accustomed to discrimination. It's something one endures.” — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“ You need to talk to Alden about your feelings for him, Race said. "You don't know anything about it. Mind your own business,… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“ Hey, Lenzi ... my offer from a century ago still stands. If Alden doesn't treat you right, I'm here for you in any… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“It's difficult to reconcile the fantastic with reality; hard to accept that things we can’t see exist—terrifying, in fact.” — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“My throat tightened when I noticed a small tattoo of an origami rose on his upper arm. . . "Hey, Lenzi," he whispered, barely… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“Alden walked me to the door and we stood outside uncomfortably---like it was the end of a first date. Was letting a host share your body and then chowing down on Chinese takeout a date? He was waiting for me to say good-bye, looking as nervous as I felt. Should I shake his hand or kiss him good night on… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share
“I learned long ago that I couldn't stop it, but if I began to believe the stories, I would become as lost as they… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“He rolled me under him to kiss me. It wasn't a gentle kiss like at the beach, or passionate kiss like the one that… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
