“Oh my god,” Clara chirped excitedly. “Am I the Flash? Can I please be the Flash?” — Magen Cubed Copy Share Image
“Because I know that I don’t know how we became what we are, or if this was fate, because I don’t believe in fate even if it were. I don’t even believe in ghosts or angels, but you’re both, aren’t you? And... and as bad as it sounds, I’m glad that all of this happened to me. I’m happy, and… — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“They didn’t know then that it would end this way: with cancer, a crash, and a widening sea between Camden and East Essex. Even… — Magen Cubed Copy Share Image
“No, of course I don’t have paperwork for that gun. I bought it at a gun show. Because I’m a wealthy white man in… — Magen Cubed Copy Share Image
“Adam sighed again and leaned into the touch. He felt like he could swell up and float away and Bridger would be there to… — Magen Cubed Copy Share Image
“Adam was like that. His clear eyes and his honest smile were painful to look at sometimes. He had broad hands with palms roughened from fixing engines and trucks in the desert. They were strong like he was strong, despite the softness they cradled Bridger with whenever he fell. It was the kind of unselfish generosity that set Bridger’s teeth… — Magen Cubed Copy Share
“I can’t tell if I hate you or if I’m actually proud.” “It’s probably hate.” Bridger shrugged. “You’re confusing pride with tequila.” — Magen Cubed Copy Share Image
“She wasn’t afraid. Fear was just a shadow, and she could outrun shadows now.” — Magen Cubed Copy Share Image
“Oh, honey.” “What?” “You mean Bridger, don’t you?” His shoulders drooped as he leaned away. “It’s not what you think.” — Magen Cubed Copy Share Image
“As the bus pulled away, he seized and hit the ground in a heap. Adam was out the doors before the driver could stop… — Magen Cubed Copy Share Image
“After a moment, Adam started to smile. “You just say that because you’re psychic.” “No, I say that because I’m always right. That’s why… — Magen Cubed Copy Share Image
“What, are you timing me?” “Are you supposed to be my babysitter?” He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.” She wrinkled her nose. “You smell like… — Magen Cubed Copy Share Image
