“How good to see you, Miss Jones.” That debonair tone, the friendly press of his hand upon mine. It was such a contrast to our final moments in the cottage that I couldn’t help but smirk. “Thank you for having… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“Lora, beloved. Lora of the moon and sky. You are a dragon.” Ah , sighed the fiend, swelling with delight inside me, filled with an awful, awful recognition. Ah, ah! AH! “That is enough ,” I shouted over them both;… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“I hate it here. I hate everyone here. I hate that I am so different. I love it here and I want to belong… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“How good to see you, Miss Jones.” That debonair tone, the friendly press of his hand upon mine. It was such a contrast to… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“You’re naught but a human man. You couldn’t possibly understand.” He lifted a brow, still smiling. “Liar.” “Cutpurse.” “Runaway.” “Swindler! “Coward,” he said softly,… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“He had a swift and utterly lucid vision of himself in this position in thirty-odd years. Loathsome tea, hot steam, silver spoon, and fifty-year-old… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“Why do you want to know?” The shrug again. “Just wondering.” “Really. You’ve skipped your lawn tennis or duck hunting or whiskey drinking or… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“She was too compelling to look at directly. Bright like the sun, bright and terrible. Only one other being could look upon her, and… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“You said I was pretty, before." "Did I?" A new laugh escaped him, mirthless. "How unoriginal. I must be the master of understatement. I… — Shana Abé Copy Share Image
“I thought that ground fire couldn’t reach the zeppelins,” I said. “I thought that guns on the ground didn’t have the range.” “Eleanore. Do… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“Something inside his chest unlocked--wildly, slowly, a peculiar sort of melting. He was lost. He was the thorn and the thistle, blown upon her… — Shana Abé Copy Share Image
“Right,” I said once more, because it sounded firm, and because Armand’s brittle desolation was beginning to eat at me. None of this, after… — Shana Abe Copy Share Image
“She did what she could for him. She kissed him in return. She lost her breath and both her hearts, and finally Turned to… — Shana Abé Copy Share Image
“Your Royal Grace, Forgive my boldness. If I might inquire: How old are you? —Kimber” — Shana Abé Copy Share Image
