“Have you ever read Hans Christian Andersen’s story of The Little Mermaid, Miranda? Have you ever wanted something so badly that you were willing to suffer the sensation of a thousand blades cutting into your feet?” — Vanessa Garden Copy Share Image
“There were two people…things at the cave entrance,’ I whispered, shuffling as close to him as possible, my eyes trained on where the strangers… — Vanessa Garden Copy Share Image
“Marko pressed the creased paper flat against the note stand, rested the pads of his fingers lightly over the top of the keys and began to play. I watched him at first, my eyes drinking in the gorgeous sight that was Marko lost inside his head, but then the music—at first soft, like drops of dew, then rippling and rolling… — Vanessa Garden Copy Share
“You don’t like me, do you?’ he asked. ‘And yet, you liked it when I held your hand.’ I stood there, burning with humiliation.… — Vanessa Garden Copy Share Image
“Have you ever read Hans Christian Andersen’s story of The Little Mermaid, Miranda? Have you ever wanted something so badly that you were willing… — Vanessa Garden Copy Share Image
“Do I look that bad?’ I said, my voice quavering with the rejection that I was ashamed for even caring about. ‘Is that what… — Vanessa Garden Copy Share Image
