“I don't know why you're so hard to convince," I said, "But I'm really not that bad of a guy." "Spoken like a true serial killer.” — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“Was it better to see the source of one’s demise approaching or to be surprised?” — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“See the stars, Lily?" She sighed, surrendering. "Of course." "Do you think they can see the sun coming up?" "I don't know. Probably?" "Do you think they're scared?" "They're burning balls of gas, Calder." "Oh, c'mon. Where's the poet in you?" She exhaled, and I sensed her smile. "I see. Well, in that case, yes. They've finally come home. They… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share
“I'd rather lie in a hammock with you -- with nothing but happiness surrounding us -- and be ambushed than run away.” — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“I hadn't killed anyone all winter and I have to say I felt pretty good about that.” — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“What are you doing out there?" Lily hissed. "Would you believe me if I said I was just passing by?" She groaned. "You are… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“I like the color of the Caribbean." I paused and absorbed the warmth of her smile before adding, "Dogs, not cats. Boxers, not briefs. Redheads over brunettes..." I glanced sideways at her, and she met my gaze. "I have a penchant for girls in velvet jackets... and I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." She choked in… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share
“I squirmed in my hiding spot. Do something, people,” I urged. Say something . The silence dragged on. I imagined my first report to… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“I don't know why you're so hard to convince," I said, "But I'm really not that bad of a guy." "Spoken like a true… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“You can't find happiness outside yourself, Calder." I shook my head. "You sound like a fortune cookie." "It's still true. Everyone's always trying to… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“I swallowed hard. Fortunately, she had no way of knowing the demon was inches from her, steaming a carafe of milk into a perfect… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“There was no point in lying. "Yes. I am following you." Her carefully controlled exterior faltered. "Why?" "Because I like you. I'm sorry if… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
“Calder, do you like me?" And then I laughed, breaking the spell. Her eyes flashed open and blood flooded her cheeks. She pushed off,… — Anne Greenwood Brown Copy Share Image
