“Who’s your friend writing to?” Kilian asked. “She’s covered both sides of the paper.” I sobel laughed. “You.” “Me?” He touched his chest, turning backwards to face her as he pushed open the door with his shoulder. “How touching. And… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“So … penises, right? I mean … just wow, so many penises. What would a girl even do with that many penises together in… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“They’re dazed because you don’t have your ‘back the fuck off’ sign on today.” — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“We can put your friends in the tower,” Vidrol added, rubbing a finger along the sharp line of his jaw. “It’s only a matter… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“You’re a dick,” Isobel huffed. “I’m the dick who carries you to bed every night.” “You’re all right, as far as dicks go.” “High… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“They’re surrounding us,” he grunted against my neck. “But they won’t go near your fire. Thanks for that, by the way. You’re not the… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“I think you two are secretly friends,” I joked, as Vidrol shoved Vale to the side to avoid a rotten piece of wood jutting… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“All of you. Why are you … being …” I struggled for the right word. “Nice?” “We’re courting you,” Andel said, like it was… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“You’re not ready, Skayld. You say you aren’t damaged, but you are. You’re terrified of forming emotional attachments. You might be ready to sleep… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“I’m the only one getting punished,” he grumbled. “I could never really hurt you. I tried. I couldn’t. I wanted to make you bleed,… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“You’re infamous. Apparently you have hair the colour of a desert sunset, and eyes that flash like a desert storm—nobody told me that your… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“They knew that synfees were evil, and tricked you into thinking that they were beautiful just so that they could drag you off to… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
“Why are you helping me?” she asked quietly. “Because Oscar is here,” he responded automatically. “And he’s one of us. The real question is… — Jane Washington Copy Share Image
