“I’d known cruelty in a school—cruelty that would keep these amateurs up all night. But this kind of scene—crowds batting around a… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I turned my ear toward the door because I heard him breathing. When you’re alone and afraid, the simple sound of the… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“He was taking a leap here, negotiating with a crackhead, under the table, in a dark cantina. The courage etched on his… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Wait,” Quinn said. “There’s one more thing.” I turned around and raised an eyebrow. His eyes were wary and he lacked his… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“But Quinn held the fuzzy handcuffs in his hands, looking them over closely, and he smiled. “Oh, hey, did you want to… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I smiled at him. Not even Wyatt would have known how to be this honorable when talking about a girl that had… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Hearing my brother’s words coming out of Henry, this stranger in a strange town, made me feel wild with all the loss—wild… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Quit worrying so much about the boards and nails of your life. Focus on the stuff that lasts.” He glanced through the… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“It was the first time I discovered that some girls actually sneak out of the house during slumber parties and meet up… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“He carried her over the Owl Creek mountain range without stopping,” he said, quietly this time. “He carried her until he reached… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I really want to believe that when our Quiet Waters kids wake up in the middle of the night, scared, they’ll remember… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I won’t forget it,” I said. “I hope you meet someone perfect one day.” “Ha…yeah, that’s just it. I think I already… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I pretended to be a Cheyenne guide. I pretended to be a prairie woman. I pretended Henry was my old-timey husband taking… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“The ice cold fear I’d felt, not knowing if Wyatt was alive, pressed into the wall with other girls and surrounded by… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“On the best nights, he’d appear outside the bookstore window and wait for me to unlock the door. He usually hadn’t had… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Let’s go to town,” Jo said. “Take me to eat dinner at the hotel.” I sucked in a breath and stared at… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I’d never seen him bare-chested. For the first time, he seemed vulnerable to me. His smooth, tight skin wrapped around the long… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Quinn spoke their language—all mystery and inside jokes, scarred souls and statement shirts. It was a beautiful moment for him—in his element… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“You’re kidding, right? The whole town will know where we are just by the idle on that thing.” He feigned a look… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Henry drew a shaky breath. “Do me a favor, Meg.” “Anything,” I whispered. “Don’t fall for Quinn O’Neill. If you’re going to… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“The first thing I needed, possibly the only thing, was to kiss her and I did, for as long as I could.… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“But with her eyes closed, she began to whisper. “If you have someone to love, then love. If you have someone to… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“And what do you want?” I almost choked. “How could you even ask me that, Henry?” He sighed. “Because I’m thousands of… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“He leaned toward me and said his name like he was sharing a secret and it made me think he probably kept… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Grayson noticed me next to the lockers. He pointed at me then held his arms out magnanimously. “You’re welcome, new girl,” he… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I found I could only glance at him for tiny moments and then I had to look away. He was perfect enough… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Every moment of our lives we make choices. Most we don’t even know we’re making, they’re so dull or routine or automatic.… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“In my mind, I saw a string stretching from Henry’s heart at Quiet Waters to my heart. It was taut and it… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“What I know about you, Henry,” he said. “Is that you, as big as you are, know how to walk gently on… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Next to the first Henry and Meg, Henry had written, “Promise?” Well, that genie’s out of the bottle and there’s no stuffing… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Hmmm. What you’re saying is that you’ve never been kissed?” He picked at a string on the blanket under us.” — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I could’ve gone on and on but the truth was all that mattered. “My brother died because someone was jealous.” — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“It was an oddly satisfying idea to feel bereft as I left my mother this time. We only feel bereft when we’re… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Camus and Henry waved to me from that muddy truck. They both wanted me to get over myself. So, this was me,… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“It was about how men walk into a forest afraid because they know all the things that can happen. They might wake… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I’d stumbled upon the inner sanctuary of a woman who loved the world. Loved the faces of people she saw. Loved the… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Meg,” he whispered. “It wouldn’t be real love if there weren’t the possibility for another response to him. If we couldn’t choose… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“Most kids grow sullen and angry when they’re working through issues, but Thanet mustered up another kind of bull-headed strength. The kind… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
“I recognized Meg’s swirly handwriting and crooked my index finger into the side of the envelope to rip it open. There was… — Laura Anderson Kurk Copy Share Image
