“Latin’s a dead language, anyway,” he said. “Bite your tongue.” Quin sounded like a shocked grandmother. “That’s English you’re speaking,” Matheus said. “The language that sidles up to other languages in dark alleys, mugs them, then rifles through their pockets… — Amy Fecteau Copy Share Image
“Quin took on the air of someone who has just realized it's time for the yearly visit to the spinster great-aunt in a desperate… — Amy Fecteau Copy Share
“Somehow, Matheus expected the night he died to be fraught with weather straight out of the Old Testament: thunderstorms and hurricane winds and floods… — Amy Fecteau Copy Share
“I wasn’t wrong.” Quin gave Matheus a lopsided smile. He reached up, brushing the hair away from Matheus’s face. “Haven’t you ever met someone… — Amy Fecteau Copy Share
“...Most attackers aren't going to be dissuaded by a witty remark." "That's profiling," said Mattheus. "Maybe they're Oscar Wilde fans." "He did have great… — Amy Fecteau Copy Share
“He [Quin] folded his arms over his chest, giving Bianca what Matheus had privately categorized as "Scary Look Number Seven." Scary Looks One through… — Amy Fecteau Copy Share
“Matheus pondered which deity he'd annoyed in a previous life. Maybe if he figured out which sacrifices he'd skipped, he could make amends. Did… — Amy Fecteau Copy Share
“Matheus wondered if the antelope ever volunteered to be eaten by the lion.” — Amy Fecteau Copy Share
“Quin stalked beside him, his anger a physical presence between them. Matheus named it Bob, and addressed imaginary questions to it to distract himself.” — Amy Fecteau Copy Share
“Quin stopped halfway across the room, his head cocked to the side. He stared at Mattheus like an explorer who couldn't figure out if… — Amy Fecteau Copy Share
“Insanity is for everyone, Sunshine. All the world's peoples may enjoy its glorious bounty.” — Amy Fecteau Copy Share
“Matheus thought he ranked fairly high on the scowling index, but looking at Zeb made him realize how much more he had to learn.… — Amy Fecteau Copy Share
“Matheus pressed his fingertips to his forehead, rubbing in overlapping circles. He closed his eyes and exhaled. He wanted to grab Quin and run.… — Amy Fecteau Copy Share
“Matheus felt like a nice Jewish boy trying to explain that his new girlfriend with the shaved head and the swastika tattooed across her… — Amy Fecteau Copy Share
“Latin’s a dead language, anyway,” he said. “Bite your tongue.” Quin sounded like a shocked grandmother. “That’s English you’re speaking,” Matheus said. “The language… — Amy Fecteau Copy Share
