“I've survived beach bunny cheerleaders, a sluthunting , ex-boyfriend, and five years of cross-country camp. I'm not afraid of some throwback to ancient myth with astrocious highlights and a Barbra Streisand nose.” — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share Image
“I say it instead. "You told so," I admit. "You told me my image of Brody wasn't real, and you were right. I was… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
“You'll do fine." "What, you're psychic now?" "Didn't you know?" he asks seriously. "Must be an aftereffect of the bond.” — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
“Quince reaches me, and instead of wrapping me in a hug like I expect, he reaches for my hair. I try to swim back,… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
“You're not seriously going?" Troy asks. "Of course I'm going," I say. "What other choice do I have?" "Um...not going.” — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
“I know about love. U know about wanting and dreaming and wishing with every piece of your soul. I know enough to recognize the… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
“Destiny is a gift, something to rise to. Fate is something to make for yourself.” — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
“I'm going to teach you to ride Princess." "Princess?" "My motorcycle." I laugh. "You named your motorcycle Princess?" "What can I say?" he teases.… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
“Sound doesn't carry as well through gills. You have to use a different level of your vocal chords." I point to the spot just… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
“Are you going to distract me by playing footsie?" "Absolutely, princess," he says with a wink. "Then I won't remember a thing." "It's a… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
Admit it, He insists. I was right. No. I sniff. You were wrong. sniff. I'm just crying-sniff- cause I'm so happy. My tear take… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
“He winks at me. Then, before Calliope can cheer my statement, or tell him to go, he says, "Lily has no sense of fashion."… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
“Pleased to meet you," Tellin says, shaking me out of my reverie. "Lily told me much about you last weekend." "Funny." Quince throws me… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
“His hand cups the back of my neck, and before I can think, he dips down and our mouths meet. For a split second… — Tera Lynn Childs Copy Share
