“You are not a ghost.' I was sure of that. Wherever the dreams came from, they were not really her. 'Of course I am.' Amy shook her head. 'That is all memories are. Ghosts and demons kicking around upstairs.” — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“Are you alright?" he asked warily. "Sure," I lied as I turned and headed for the stairs. So softly that only a werewolf could… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“I can't believe I let you talk me into this," muttered Serena, as the number 16 bus rumbled over the bridge connecting the north… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“What a surprise. That boy doesn't have the sense God gave a cactus.” — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“Tell me it's not true." He sighed. "Fine. It's not true." ... And yet... "Are you lying?" He rolled his eyes. "Of course I'm… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“He kissed me. And then he said it was a mistake." Serena wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Normally, I'd quote that copy of… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“Can you hide what you were? Every moment of every day, could you pretend to be something else? Someone else? Could you stand spending… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“He turned to face me and his eyes widened. "Are you crying ?" He sounded a little panicked, like the sight of a crying… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“Kyle is my best friend. Why would I risk screwing that up?" "Mackenzie Catherine Dobson, have you learned nothing from romantic comedies? Do I… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“Love's a game where the odds are permanently fixed. The house always wins, and anyone stupid enough to sit at the table is lucky… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“What the hell is your problem?" Sputtered Jason, pushing his wet hair back from his face. "Oh I don't know. One minute you're kissing… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“Here, eat this. The chicken gives it protein and I got them to hold the bacon bits." We'd watched Charlotte's Web on cable last… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
“I was too scared to open my eyes. It was the logic of a child; if you don't open your eyes, the monster won't… — Kathleen Peacock Copy Share Image
