“I sheathe my spear on my back and I plow through bushes dotted with prickly balls, feeling them scratch and scrape my skin, but do not stop.” — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“managed to cross her room on unsteady legs to her window. Once there and concealed by her curtains, she peeked out beyond the pane… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“And stuff was not what made a person interesting or exciting or worthy of respect, character did. Luke” — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“Almost two hundred years ago, during the War of 2062, back when the world was inhabited exclusively by humans, a war between North American… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“June is my reason to live, the only reason I still live. She is my purpose. I exist to keep her safe, for she… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“There’s no time!” her father said. “We need to stay together!” her mother ordered and clasped Lily’s hand between her own. She felt calmed… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“No! It’s dead! And my cell phone is downstairs! Shit!” “Mine’s in my room. I can get it,” she said but did not trust… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“He rubs his hand through his thick, dark hair and I am riveted by the cords of rippling muscles that intertwine and gallop down… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
“I sheathe my spear on my back and I plow through bushes dotted with prickly balls, feeling them scratch and scrape my skin, but… — Jennifer Martucci Copy Share Image
