“What, are you timing me?” “Are you supposed to be my babysitter?” He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.” She wrinkled her nose. “You smell like cigarettes.” “Okay, well, that’s because I’ve been smoking cigarettes. I’ve had a long morning. You’re the… — Magen Cubed Copy Share Image
“Because I know that I don’t know how we became what we are, or if this was fate, because I don’t believe in fate… — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“They didn’t know then that it would end this way: with cancer, a crash, and a widening sea between Camden and East Essex. Even… — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“No, of course I don’t have paperwork for that gun. I bought it at a gun show. Because I’m a wealthy white man in… — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“Adam sighed again and leaned into the touch. He felt like he could swell up and float away and Bridger would be there to… — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“Adam was like that. His clear eyes and his honest smile were painful to look at sometimes. He had broad hands with palms roughened… — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“I can’t tell if I hate you or if I’m actually proud.” “It’s probably hate.” Bridger shrugged. “You’re confusing pride with tequila.” — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“She wasn’t afraid. Fear was just a shadow, and she could outrun shadows now.” — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“Oh, honey.” “What?” “You mean Bridger, don’t you?” His shoulders drooped as he leaned away. “It’s not what you think.” — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“As the bus pulled away, he seized and hit the ground in a heap. Adam was out the doors before the driver could stop… — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“After a moment, Adam started to smile. “You just say that because you’re psychic.” “No, I say that because I’m always right. That’s why… — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“What, are you timing me?” “Are you supposed to be my babysitter?” He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.” She wrinkled her nose. “You smell like… — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“By the end of the night, Hannah was talking about Vulcans and Klingons and warp speed travel. Clara couldn’t help but feel just a… — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“It’s time to go home now, Daddy,” Rebecca whispered. “Okay?” Closing his eyes, he nodded. “Okay.” — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“Oh my god,” Clara chirped excitedly. “Am I the Flash? Can I please be the Flash?” — Magen Cubed Copy Share
