“I guess I always knew that our time together would be fleeting. Ephemeral.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I sneaked out to his house a couple times in the middle of the night to watch over him while he slept,… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“The corner of his mouth lifts, and then I kiss him. Not so gently this time. His hand drops from my face… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Just so you know, this is the last time I ever trust you," I say. "But you're so cute all covered in… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“How did you do that?” I shrug. “I click my heels three times and say, ‘There’s no place like home.’” “Uh-huh. So… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“As a serf, poor Christian has already been killed several times in our class. Aside from dying of the Black Plague on… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“And I'm thankful, in that moment, full to the brim with gratitude that Christian is with me. He's here. My partner. My… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Everything was falling into place. And out of place, at the same time.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“He's not meeting my eyes anymore. "We're young," he says. "We've got lots of time to fall in love.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“And then I can feel what he feels. He’s waited such a long time for this moment. He loves how I feel… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I've seen the future all my life,' she says. 'It tends to work as a paradox, in my experience. You find out… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“So with my luck, I'll never make it in time to save the boy in the forest because my hair will have… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“As if the daytime wasn't bad enough, I dream about him. Every night for three nights in a row. I can't get… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice,… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I have a good life, I remind myself. There are plenty of people who love me. They're just not around at the… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“ Think about a good memory, she whispers in my mind. Remember a moment when you loved him. And just like that,… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“This moment was written in the stars, and it is everything he thought it would be.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Clara,” he says quietly. “I think it’s time you told me about what happened in Italy.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“He doesn't know where he is. He thinks this is his normal life. I don't have time to ruminate about how depressing… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I'll always think of you, and the time we spent together,… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“He’s waiting. He’s still waiting. He’s given up everything for me. His entire life. His future. Everything, because he wants to keep… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“One minute you’re a happy fourteen-yearold—good at everything you try, popular, fun—the next you’re a freak with wings” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“I am amazed at how being with him changes everything for me, socially speaking.” — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Again," I whisper. The corner of his mouth lifts, and then I kiss him. Not so gently this time. His hands drop from my… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“In fact, I've essentially given up on the idea of flight altogether and accepted that I'm going to be an angel-blood who stays earthbound,… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
Our purpose on this earth is not one single event, an accomplishment we can check off a list. There is no test. No passing… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“As your abilities begin to grow, your angelic side will start to manifest itself in more noticeable ways." "My angelic side. Great. Like I… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“You do know we're officially the talk of the town," I say to Tucker. He might as well have taken a marker to my… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
“Tucker snorts. "Sage is a fighter, it spreads over the land like wildfire, sucking up all the water, the nutrients in the earth, until… — Cynthia Hand Copy Share Image
