When I write this in bed, I can almost hear the echo of the wind over the sand, or the groans of wooden panels around me. I can almost smell the dustiness of the camel, taste the bitterness of saltbush.… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
I remember the lights turning into blurs of blazing fire. I remember the air-conditioning chilling my arms. The smell of coffee smudging into the smell of eucalyptus. — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels. — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die. - Ty from Stolen — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
Who says I'm not Superman?" You were looking at me with one eye closed against the sun. I shrugged "You would have recued me… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes,… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
“It's funny, but I always thought I could trust blue eyes. I thought they were safe somehow. All the good guys have baby blues.… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
I didn’t want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I’d found so attractive at the airport. But you… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
“You carried it in your hand like it was the most precious thing. It reminded me of what I used to be like, when… — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
