Guilt was a fascinating thing: it seemed not to weaken over time. If anything it grew stronger as the circumstances faded from memory, as the fear and the necessity became abstract. And only her own actions stood out with crystal… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
So, Diana thought, that was the bait she had to lay out for Jack. Of course. What else? He might lust for Diana, and… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
He wanted to go running home to Mommy, what can I say? Of course, it's hard for me to believe that anyone would choose… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
Here's the thing: I am not beautiful. I'm pretty. I'll allow that much. Pretty. But I'm not the girl boys long for. — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
It's Sanjit. It's a Hindu name. It means 'invincible.'" "That's great," Lana said. "Invincible. I can't be vinced." "That's not even a word," Lana… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
Paranoia," Sam muttered. "You're going slowly nuts, dude. Or maybe not so slowly, since you're talking to yourself. — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“I don’t care what your excuse is, I don’t care what you think God told you to do, if you are in the business… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“The computer's password protected. I try the basics: 1,2,3,4. QWERTY. YTREWQ, which is qwerty backward. PASSWORD. A few others. Whoever uses this computer isn't… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
Say it. But..." "But what?" he asked. She whispered it, sounding too vulnerable. "But only if its the truth, Caine. Only. If." "I love… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“ Rio : – What the hell is the point of worrying about it? I don’t see Geer or Pang or Stick moping. Jen… — Michael Grant Copy Share Image
“It's not like I've spent my life beating he boys back with a flaming torch.” — Michael Grant Copy Share Image