“Would you like to hold my sword?" He asked the question with a gleam in his eyes. Lucy burst out laughing. At least she didn't giggle again. "You did not just say that. But, um, yeah, I'd like to hold… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“It would be nice to live once again with the innocence of a child, to not have to face adult decisions and adult consequences.… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“Seattle is for people who love culture, but refuse to sacrifice their wild nature to attain it.” — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“She listens, eyes wise and kind, arms holding me, holding my pain until it dissipates. She kisses away my tears, just as I had done for her, and I know beyond doubt that she’s the woman I’ll spend my life with. That every memory is made sweeter when she is here to share it. That this is why we all… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share
“I opened the door and stepped in. Raw pain filled me at the sight of my painting. 'Show me what it looked like, before… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“Would you like to hold my sword?" He asked the question with a gleam in his eyes. Lucy burst out laughing. At least she… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“She refused to be one of those girls who fell for a pretty face that just white-washed a total jack-ass underneath. She could ogle,… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“We make the choices that are right for us. Sometimes, they aren't our first choices, because those have been taken from us, or perhaps,… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“One star breaks off from the others, shooting across the sky, a bright light trailing behind it, and I finally understand why people wish… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“She has learned to love. To fear. To hate. And then to love again. Through it all, she writes.” ~Once Upon A Time There… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“If you aren't feeling better soon, we’re going to the doctor’s. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe and get you out… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“In one blow, that dream died as they dragged me—him—away. A tear slid down my cheek. I wasn't the only one mourning the loss… — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
“She flipped through the pages of her apps, as if Apple made an app for "Escape from a deserted island.” — Kimberly Kinrade Copy Share Image
