“When you're alive, you don't dwell on how you're going to spend your time once you're dead. You just figure you're gone, and the rest will pretty much take care of itself. Or you think you're not really going to… — Margaret Stohl Copy Share Image
Ant Prune was holding one of the squirrels in her hand. ‘And once a day, we have ta clean their little private parts with… — Margaret Stohl Copy Share Image
She yanked my plate away and took it to the sink. She rinsed some bones that looked like pork shoulder, which was weird since… — Margaret Stohl Copy Share Image
For me a book has always been a chance to reach out and connect to someone and not be alone. — Margaret Stohl Copy Share Image
“ROMANOFF: A gun might as well shoot both ways at once, sir. You want to take out the person in the crosshairs? You have… — Margaret Stohl Copy Share Image
“Furo Costas. The Rager. You, my friend, are an imbecile. You could have killed me twenty times, on the Tracks. I'm surprised you're not… — Margaret Stohl Copy Share Image
“...Only then will I teach you how to take a life—how and when and where.” “And why?” Natasha had asked. She had been young,… — Margaret Stohl Copy Share Image
“And what do I know about humans? Only this: My name is Doloria Maria de la Cruz, and I'm not just the end of… — Margaret Stohl Copy Share Image
All that destiny garbage. Nobody can decide what happens to you. Nobody but you. — Margaret Stohl Copy Share Image
Aunt Mercy put down her tiles, one at a time. I-T-C-H-I-N. Aunt Grace leaned closer to the board, squinting. "Mercy Lynne, you're cheatin' again!… — Margaret Stohl Copy Share Image
