“I wished Graves would look at me. But he just stood there, glaring out from under his hair. I'm sure he could have painted fuck-off on his forehead and it would have been more subtle.” — Lili St. Crow Copy Share Image
“He peered down at me. “Jesus Christ. You’re leaking.” If by “leaking” he meant “sobbing like a girl,” I guess so.” — Lili St. Crow Copy Share Image
“Discipline allows magic. To be a writer is to be the very best of assassins. You do not sit down and write every day… — Lili St. Crow Copy Share Image
“And I knew that tone, the pleading, the fear that was sitting like a spiked ball in his chest. He'd been left behind too,… — Lili St. Crow Copy Share Image
“It's easy to get rid of people, Christophe. All you have to do is rely on them.” — Lili St. Crow Copy Share Image
“People hate it when you call them on jackassery. That's a big fact of human nature: Not a lot of people want to be… — Lili St. Crow Copy Share Image
“Okay," I began. "You’re too old for me. You’re scary. It’s creepy that you were so all over my mom and now you’re all… — Lili St. Crow Copy Share Image
“The ice," Leon said to thin air over my head, "has now officially broken.” — Lili St. Crow Copy Share Image
