“We all hold a beast inside. The only difference is what form it takes when freed.” — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“Maddi glared at him. "Thats why your not built like Alden. French fries." Race laughed. "Id love to look like Alden. Hot female speakers… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“Wait, Alden. I really don't want to meet your friends dressed like this." "They're your friends too. And you look fantastic. I love the… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“Bogeymen or not, I was in love with Alden Thomas, regardless of what name I went by or what demon wanted me dead.” — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
The pain had no ebb or flow. It was a constant ever-increasing knell in my chest, timed to the beating of my broken heart. — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“... it's not possible to truly become desensitized or accustomed to discrimination. It's something one endures.” — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“ You need to talk to Alden about your feelings for him, Race said. "You don't know anything about it. Mind your own business,… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“ Hey, Lenzi ... my offer from a century ago still stands. If Alden doesn't treat you right, I'm here for you in any… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“It's difficult to reconcile the fantastic with reality; hard to accept that things we can’t see exist—terrifying, in fact.” — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“My throat tightened when I noticed a small tattoo of an origami rose on his upper arm. . . "Hey, Lenzi," he whispered, barely… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“Alden walked me to the door and we stood outside uncomfortably---like it was the end of a first date. Was letting a host share your body and then chowing down on Chinese takeout a date? He was waiting for me to say good-bye, looking as nervous as I felt. Should I shake his hand or kiss him good night on… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share
“I learned long ago that I couldn't stop it, but if I began to believe the stories, I would become as lost as they… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
“He rolled me under him to kiss me. It wasn't a gentle kiss like at the beach, or passionate kiss like the one that… — Mary Lindsey Copy Share Image
