“My hands twitch and wiggle. Jo sees them, shakes her head and mouths, “Sit on your hands.” She can’t be serious. As if my butt would stop my hands even if it could. Does she not realize it’s in league… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“He looks at me now. “Anyway, I want you to be careful, Meda. Careful you don’t wake up one day, an old fool with… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“Some might call me a “tease”, but don’t believe it. “Tease” implies that I owe him something, that I should feel guilty. As if… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“They fight with a bloodthirstiness I wouldn't expect outside a maximum-security prison or suburban PTA meeting.” — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“Because the dumb slut slept with him, and he’s too nice to–” WHAM, out of nowhere he nose-butts me in the fist!” — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“I hear Jo in my head trying to douse the fire in my heart. “Be good, Meda.” Good, good, good, good, good. The word… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“No, I should kill him. He said himself he would eventually go back to the demons. But he turns long-lashed eyes on me, full… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“Death is my art form--when I fight, I'm a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm.… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“Stupid Crusaders with their stupid rules. For a homicidal group, they’re appallingly restrictive. No, Meda, you can’t leave campus. No, Meda, you know we… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“My hands twitch and wiggle. Jo sees them, shakes her head and mouths, “Sit on your hands.” She can’t be serious. As if my… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“All right – love of my life, but that’s kind of a mouthful. One day, let’s just shorten it to ‘wife’.” Even I find… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“She regards me the same way I would a cat – like I’m distasteful, occasionally entertaining, and not to be trusted not to pee… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“They say curiosity killed the cat but I am unconcerned. I am smarter, though slightly less evil, than any cat.” — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“He doesn’t back down under my accusations. Instead he leans in, his big frame curving over me like a wave. “I would do all… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
“They don’t hate each other, they’ve just hurt each other.” Not what I expect from a thirteen-year-old kid. I raise my eyebrows. “What?” he… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share
