“Then he kissed her without breathing, without thinking. He kissed her until his entire body was tingling from the taste of her.” — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“People weren't made for this kind of thing, he said, the way I feel about you, how much I feel, no one ever has… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“My mom sensed urgency even though there was none and I thought the charm I’d made was going to disintegrate in her hand.” — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“He wanted to feel her mouth, to taste every sloping curve and smooth indention, every inch of him melting until he was weightless enough… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“This journal will stay hidden among the dusty coverless books lining my bookshelf until the day I need to be reminded of who I really am. Then I will come for it and maybe I will read it to my son or daughter and pretend it's just another fairytale, changing every dark moment to light, conquering every villain, and replacing… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share
“brushed the hair from my face and I felt it stiff and sticking to her fingers. “Four weeks,” she said. Four. I sunk against the mattress. “That’s not…” Better. I’m not getting better. “At least you didn’t miss Christmas,” she reminded me. My pulse was in my ears as she gripped my hands. “We’ll try again,” she said. “We’ve…” “We’ll… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share
“Fear, they had come to realize, not machines, is the most powerful weapon there is.” — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“Liliana stood staring at the posters, filling in the dark silhouettes with worn, grey faces. She imagined her mother, eyes dark and vacant and… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“She smiled, her arm grazing his as one of her fingers hovered over the wet paint. She pressed down, absorbing some of the liquid and then she touched the tip of Diego’s nose. He jolted, not from the slick trail running down his skin, or even the harsh chemical smell of it, but at her touch so light and yet… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share
“The word skirted her to a halt. She had never heard anyone describe her as being impulsive. That implied some kind of excitement, a boldness that Liliana knew she had never inherited from her mother. But as she looked toward the faint glow of the city, every light pulsating as if it were lit by her mother’s flame, she realized… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share
“Liliana ran her fingers across the indentions and in the dim light, she felt as if she were trying to read Braille. Some of the letters had already been smoothed over by time, almost invisible to the naked eye until you pressed the tips of your fingers against the cold stone. But the scrolling of other names was still deep… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share
“She heard the door crack open, the sharp cock of the gun and then all she could do was crawl into the crook of… — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
“The tide surged, carving a crescent in the sand. Water collapsed” — Laekan Zea Kemp Copy Share Image
