“Who is he?” Eleanor lowered her voice, the name rolling off her tongue like a dark secret. “Dante Berlin.” I laughed. “Dante? Like the Dante who wrote the Inferno? Did he pick that name just to cultivate his ‘dark and… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share Image
“... In this world, darkness is always looming on the horizon. At Gottfried, instead of avoiding the dark, we meet it head on ...… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“I raised an eyebrow. "You know, you're really good at compliments. Actually, it's surprising that a person with charm like yours has any enemies."… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“Absentmindedly, I started doodling in the margins of my paper. Renee, I wrote in cursive, and then again in bubble letters and then in… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“Who is he?” Eleanor lowered her voice, the name rolling off her tongue like a dark secret. “Dante Berlin.” I laughed. “Dante? Like the… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“Why do you keep staring at me?" I muttered under my breath. He glanced around to make sure no one was listening and then… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“On Christmas morning, Dustin knocked on my door. “Miss Winters,” he said cheerfully. “Breakfast.” I didn’t move. My parents were dead. My boyfriend was… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“Oh, come on. Haven't you seen him?" Eleanor exclaimed. It's because he's tall, isn't it? Tall and has long hair." Even Nathaniel's crude description… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“How do you measure someone’s life? By the scope of their accomplishments, or the number of people they’ve touched, or by the width of… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“How long—” I didn’t even have to finish my sentence. “Ten days.” “And you? You’re—?” Dante looked away. I let out a sigh. So… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“With Dante gone, time seemed to stand still around me; the mornings just as cloudy and dark as the evenings, as if the sun… — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
“It helps sometimes to dwell on the good memories. They remind you that happiness does exist, though it may not seem that way now.” — Yvonne Woon Copy Share
