“Being someone's best friend doesn't always mean telling them every tiny thing about yourself, you know. Sometimes it means having enough trust to let… — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
You can't make people stop loving each other just because a law says it's wrong. — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
“Then she leans forward, and before I have time to say or think another word, she's kissing me. And I'm kissing her, too. It… — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
“through, but my shoulders were too big to follow. This wasn’t going to work. Unless I swam through on my side. . . .… — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
“Maybe superficial is exactly what I want right now. If you don't talk about anything that matters, no one can say anything that'll hurt… — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
“Where did he go?” “That’s just it. No one ever heard from him again. The strain was obviously too much for him,” he said… — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
“Brightport looked so small: a cluster of low buildings, all huddled around a tiny horseshoe-shaped bay, a lighthouse at one” — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
But there would be no confrontation the next day. And for Tommy Williams, there would be no school, either. Because the moment he walked… — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
The tail of Emily Windsnap"everyone has a secret . mines alittle different. i figured out i am a mermaid. — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
“the last ones there at this rate.” As we swam, one thought propelled me forward: Aaron” — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
“Well, the old Autumn didn't know anything about reality. The old Autumn was quite happy living in a childish make-believe world where bad things… — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
“I'd had enough surprises in the last few months to know that you don't always find the answers you're looking for without finding about… — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
I try to imagine keeping something like that a secret for my whole life. It would be like always wearing a mask over your… — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
The woods were deserted that day. The stones stood still and silent, as though they were waiting for something. At the center of them… — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
