“I don’t know how it happened. Nobody does. There are only theories, empty rhetoric and doomsday prophecies. None of them are right, but none of them are completely wrong, either. They all have a grain of truth. All I know… — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“Grief is like an ocean. It comes in waves - some waves are bigger than others and you cannot prepare for it.” — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“This is a kiss worthy of a blood-soaked battlefield, a kiss born out of tragedy and misery and death and loss. A kiss that… — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“I didn't care, because I loved him, and that was the end of every argument and the beginning of every promise.” — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“I can take you,” I reply. “But if you try anything, I’ll shoot you right between the eyes. Seriously.” He almost smiles. “Yes, ma’am.” — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“She’s got the kind of exotic beauty I always dreamed about. But really, who cares about stuff like that anymore? Being pretty isn’t going… — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“What’s your name?” I ask again. “Chris,” he says. “Chris Young.” I exhale dramatically, blowing my bangs out of my eyes. “I can take… — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“Things used to be easy. Flip a switch? On goes the light. Press a button? You’re calling your parents. Swipe a credit card? You… — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“You're staring at me." "I am not. I'm just... thinking. Without blinking.” — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“Despite everything, every piece of Alaska sang to me. I remembered every curve in the trails, every tree in the forest. It was familiar… — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“Outside, the dogs whine over the wind. They sense the wolves - they sense the wild. It calls to them, like it calls to… — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“Your traveling companion, the soldier, is well trained. The two of you were planning something, weren't you?" "Planning what? An evil scheme to steal… — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
“I’ve never been on a bike,” I say. “I mean, I’ve been on a bike but not a motorcycle.” “And why is that?” he… — Summer Lane Copy Share Image
