“You'll get in," Quince assures me, proving once again that he can read my mind, even without a magical bond. "And if you don't," he adds, slinging an arm around my shoulders, "you can always take over for me at… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
“I say it instead. "You told so," I admit. "You told me my image of Brody wasn't real, and you were right. I was just too blind to see it." He laughs a little. "You were to blind to see a lot of things Princess." It's reassuring when he calls me Princess-as opposed to princess or, worse, Lily. One seems… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
“You'll do fine." "What, you're psychic now?" "Didn't you know?" he asks seriously. "Must be an aftereffect of the bond.” — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
“Quince reaches me, and instead of wrapping me in a hug like I expect, he reaches for my hair. I try to swim back, away from the near-desperate look in his eyes, afraid that he’s going to fail the test. He tugs something from my hair. I look down and see a Padina antillarum—a beautiful little seaweed shaped like ginkgo… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
“You're not seriously going?" Troy asks. "Of course I'm going," I say. "What other choice do I have?" "Um...not going.” — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
“I know about love. U know about wanting and dreaming and wishing with every piece of your soul. I know enough to recognize the difference between the parts that are real and the parts are only in my fantasy.'... 'Like when she cries and my heart tears into little shreds, and all I can think of is making her forget… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
“Destiny is a gift, something to rise to. Fate is something to make for yourself.” — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
“I'm going to teach you to ride Princess." "Princess?" "My motorcycle." I laugh. "You named your motorcycle Princess?" "What can I say?" he teases.… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
“Sound doesn't carry as well through gills. You have to use a different level of your vocal chords." I point to the spot just… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
“Are you going to distract me by playing footsie?" "Absolutely, princess," he says with a wink. "Then I won't remember a thing." "It's a… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
Admit it, He insists. I was right. No. I sniff. You were wrong. sniff. I'm just crying-sniff- cause I'm so happy. My tear take that lie as their cue and start streaming down my cheeks. Come on, Princess, he says, You don't need to cry over that loser. This only makes me cry harder. We both know who the loser… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
