“We all carry secrets,” said the fox. “The more we ignore them, the heavier they become.” — Claire Legrand Copy Share Image
“I’m not like her. I don’t steal people.” Mr. Tibbalt watched her, saying nothing. The silence made Victoria bristle. “Well, I don’t.” — Claire Legrand Copy Share Image
“Wh-wh—“ Victoria tried to say, “What are you doing?” but the words would not come. Fear had seized her and would not let go.… — Claire Legrand Copy Share Image
“We all carry secrets,” said the fox. “The more we ignore them, the heavier they become.” — Claire Legrand Copy Share Image
“They headed back into the maze of gardens. The shrubberies seemed to crawl. Victoria ignored them, pushing past thorns and brambles and suspiciously roachlike… — Claire Legrand Copy Share Image
“Have you ever watched people when they don't know you're watching them? Like in a movie theater or a concert. When people get caught up in watching something, their faces change. The lines on their faces get softer, because whatever they're watching has made them forget how they think they're supposed to be looking. Instead, they just ARE — just sitting… — Claire Legrand Copy Share
“I am going to die, her brain recited calmly. I am going to be stabbed until I am died. How infuriating. I have so… — Claire Legrand Copy Share Image
“I suppose most things in a person's life are good for a while, even if that doesn't last very long. Maybe that is why,… — Claire Legrand Copy Share Image
“First you must give it a name,” said the snake. “Naming a thing takes away some of its power and gives it to you… — Claire Legrand Copy Share Image
“Victoria hated messes. She hated distractions. Friends were the worst distraction of all.” — Claire Legrand Copy Share Image
“You cannot shy away from yourself. Look the world in the eye, and it can do nothing to hurt you.” — Claire Legrand Copy Share Image
“If you weren't, well, you--I'd want to kiss you right now. It was fortunate that the room was so dark. Victoria's cheeks turned bright… — Claire Legrand Copy Share Image
“…and so what I really mean is,” finished Lawrence, his face turning quite red, “sometimes, the counselors or professors or Mom and Dad say ‘Don’t you care that you don’t have many friends?’ And I say, ‘Not really. Because I have Vicky.’” Then Lawrence had folded up the letter and shoved it in his pocket. “So…you know. I mean, I… — Claire Legrand Copy Share
