“When I got to Crude Sciences at the end of the day, Dante was waiting for me at our table. This time, with no Latin book, no journal. “Hello,” he said, pulling my chair out for me. Surprised, I sat… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“Why do we bury our dead?” His nose was dented in at the bridge like a sphinx; the cause of which I could only imagine had been a freak archaeological accident. I thought about my parents. They had requested in… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“... In this world, darkness is always looming on the horizon. At Gottfried, instead of avoiding the dark, we meet it head on ...… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“I raised an eyebrow. "You know, you're really good at compliments. Actually, it's surprising that a person with charm like yours has any enemies."… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“Absentmindedly, I started doodling in the margins of my paper. Renee, I wrote in cursive, and then again in bubble letters and then in… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“Who is he?” Eleanor lowered her voice, the name rolling off her tongue like a dark secret. “Dante Berlin.” I laughed. “Dante? Like the… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“Why do you keep staring at me?" I muttered under my breath. He glanced around to make sure no one was listening and then… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“On Christmas morning, Dustin knocked on my door. “Miss Winters,” he said cheerfully. “Breakfast.” I didn’t move. My parents were dead. My boyfriend was… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“Oh, come on. Haven't you seen him?" Eleanor exclaimed. It's because he's tall, isn't it? Tall and has long hair." Even Nathaniel's crude description… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“Rules help us live our lives when we lose the will to do it on our own” — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“How do you measure someone’s life? By the scope of their accomplishments, or the number of people they’ve touched, or by the width of… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
