“He broke away from my mouth and trailed his lips down the front of my throat. I felt his lips close around my scars. He kissed away their ugliness. His lips parted in tingling butterfly kisses that drained the strength… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“I was shaking when our lips parted and he leaned his forehead against mine, his fingers carding through my hair, my hands on his face. "I won't let them," Rafael said. "I won't let anyone take you away. I'll protect… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“Everything's a painting, anyway," Fawn said. "That's what I think. We live inside a giant painting, only we can't see who's holding the paintbrush.… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“He turned his head and gazed at me, eyes dancing and blue, remnants of a smile dancing on his face. How beautiful he looked.… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“Coldness settles again in my stomach. I do not want a nice Hmong girl. I want a nice Egyptian boy who teaches me about… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“You can't change the past, you know? You can't change who you were, but you can change who you're going to be.” — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“I don't know what you're talking about. I just like animals," Rafael said. "So does Sky, except he's kind of a hippie soulbonder about… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“Some dumbass outside the reserve thinks you're wearing a butterfly on your arm, you'll get your ass kicked," Rafael said.” — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“You can't change who you are, can you? That would require changing the people who made you along the way. That would mean discrediting… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“In Shoshone, there's a saying. It's a long one, and it doesn't have an English equivalent, so bear with me. Sutummu tukummuinna. It means,… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“I'm always gonna protect you. And I'm always gonna protect that little girl. There's no way in hell I'll let that woman get her… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“The shaman helps you figure it out. I already know what I'm going to be." I prodded him in the ribs. He couldn't just… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
“He broke away from my mouth and trailed his lips down the front of my throat. I felt his lips close around my scars.… — Rose Christo Copy Share Image
