“Why the hell was she smiling like that?...Her mouth was blown so wide that the soft insides showed at the corners, like another grin was building in there. As if her laughter tumbled. Like joy was a living thing.” — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share Image
“Next time," I said wryly, swinging open the door, "just give me a knife and ask for a vein.” — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“Why the hell was she smiling like that?...Her mouth was blown so wide that the soft insides showed at the corners, like another grin… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
So. You're a fallen angel." She folded her arms. "I'm not fallen," he said roughly. "Then what are you?" He shrugged. "Busted. — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“There's this mental illness, right? It's called 'anhedonia.' It means 'without pleasure.' You can look it up, though all you really need to do… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
There’s something about seeing an adult you knew in childhood that makes them marginally vulnerable to you, and vice versa. There’s also something comforting… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“Chemistry was such a strange thing. I'd be willing to bet even Micah couldn't tell me why hundreds of men could leave me cold,… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“Because you can't unknow your life's experiences,' Grif said. This was his area of expertise.” — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“...Death," she said, as her hand dropped away, " is how you know you were alive in the first place.” — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“And that was is. Life sometimes flips on you like that. One minute you're looking at your reflection in the water, not entirely sure… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
There's nothing wrong with you..not even the darkest corner of that beautiful soul. ~ Hunter — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“ 'You love her without willing it or wanting it, and that is the most exquisite pain of all.' ” — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“...lovers, even those who are married, always exist autonomously of one another, no matter how close they are or how long they've known each… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
I didn't know his middle name or his favorite color, but I knew how his thoughts felt caressing my mind. The bright tang of… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
“I quickly found myself in the center of the room, trussed up to a sturdy, high-backed chair, which Joaquin happily assured me was an… — Vicki Pettersson Copy Share
