“Forget them, Meda. Forget her.” He reaches up and puts his hand on the side of my face, tugging it toward him. “I like you as you are. Good, evil, whatever. All I care about is that you’re alive. Please,… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“He looks at me now. “Anyway, I want you to be careful, Meda. Careful you don’t wake up one day, an old fool with… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“Some might call me a “tease”, but don’t believe it. “Tease” implies that I owe him something, that I should feel guilty. As if… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“They fight with a bloodthirstiness I wouldn't expect outside a maximum-security prison or suburban PTA meeting.” — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“Because the dumb slut slept with him, and he’s too nice to–” WHAM, out of nowhere he nose-butts me in the fist!” — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“I hear Jo in my head trying to douse the fire in my heart. “Be good, Meda.” Good, good, good, good, good. The word… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“No, I should kill him. He said himself he would eventually go back to the demons. But he turns long-lashed eyes on me, full… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“Death is my art form--when I fight, I'm a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm.… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“Stupid Crusaders with their stupid rules. For a homicidal group, they’re appallingly restrictive. No, Meda, you can’t leave campus. No, Meda, you know we… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“My hands twitch and wiggle. Jo sees them, shakes her head and mouths, “Sit on your hands.” She can’t be serious. As if my… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“All right – love of my life, but that’s kind of a mouthful. One day, let’s just shorten it to ‘wife’.” Even I find… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“She regards me the same way I would a cat – like I’m distasteful, occasionally entertaining, and not to be trusted not to pee… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“They say curiosity killed the cat but I am unconcerned. I am smarter, though slightly less evil, than any cat.” — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“He doesn’t back down under my accusations. Instead he leans in, his big frame curving over me like a wave. “I would do all… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
“They don’t hate each other, they’ve just hurt each other.” Not what I expect from a thirteen-year-old kid. I raise my eyebrows. “What?” he… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
