“Samson's tapping feet come closer, but again he pauses and knocks on a door. I don't mind. The pauses make it better. They make me wonder whether he's going to come to me, like the anticipation before a kiss. Will… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“The pauses make it better. They make me wonder whether he's going to come to me, like the anticipation before a kiss. Will he or won't he? But this is not a love story.” — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“He looks at me now. “Anyway, I want you to be careful, Meda. Careful you don’t wake up one day, an old fool with nothing but the sun-dappled memory of a dead girl to keep you company. Your mom wouldn’t want you to live like that. Remember people you have lost, but let them go. Let the memories fade.” It’s… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“Some might call me a “tease”, but don’t believe it. “Tease” implies that I owe him something, that I should feel guilty. As if my flirtation is forced on him and he merely tolerates it for an eventual pay-out. That’s bullshit. We both have goals in our little game; why should his goal (sex) take priority over mine (to mess… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“They fight with a bloodthirstiness I wouldn't expect outside a maximum-security prison or suburban PTA meeting.” — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“Because the dumb slut slept with him, and he’s too nice to–” WHAM, out of nowhere he nose-butts me in the fist!” — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“I hear Jo in my head trying to douse the fire in my heart. “Be good, Meda.” Good, good, good, good, good. The word plays in a loop until it means nothing. I’ve been good and they refuse to feed me. I’ve been good and they won’t train me. I’ve been good and they changed the locks. I’ve been good… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“No, I should kill him. He said himself he would eventually go back to the demons. But he turns long-lashed eyes on me, full… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“Death is my art form--when I fight, I'm a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm.… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“Stupid Crusaders with their stupid rules. For a homicidal group, they’re appallingly restrictive. No, Meda, you can’t leave campus. No, Meda, you know we… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“My hands twitch and wiggle. Jo sees them, shakes her head and mouths, “Sit on your hands.” She can’t be serious. As if my… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“All right – love of my life, but that’s kind of a mouthful. One day, let’s just shorten it to ‘wife’.” Even I find… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“She regards me the same way I would a cat – like I’m distasteful, occasionally entertaining, and not to be trusted not to pee… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
