“THEY WILL ALL BETRAY YOU, War said. And they would. Whether it was her teachers or her friends or her family, they would all betray her. Maybe it would be couched in helpful terms, and maybe their faces would be… — Jackie Morse Kessler Copy Share Image
“IF YOU HAVE EVER LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND HATED WHAT YOUSAW,THIS BOOK IS FOR YOU.” — Jackie Morse Kessler Copy Share Image
“THEY WILL ALL BETRAY YOU, War said. And they would. Whether it was her teachers or her friends or her family, they would all… — Jackie Morse Kessler Copy Share Image
THREE DAYS TO DEAD is one of the best books I've read. Ever. Evy Stone is a heroine's heroine, and I rooted for her… — Jackie Morse Kessler Copy Share Image
“He let out another chuckle, one that slithered up her spine and wrapped around her throat.” — Jackie Morse Kessler Copy Share Image
“Melissa Miller, sixteen and a self-injurer, looked upon the embodiment of her rage. "I accept you," Missy said, opening her arms wide. "I accept… — Jackie Morse Kessler Copy Share Image
She wanted to have him hold her and tell her all the demons were pretend, that there was no monster in her closet, that… — Jackie Morse Kessler Copy Share Image
“In a rush, the world opened its mouth to her—and it was screaming. Everywhere—the air around her, the ground beneath her, the stars above—rippled… — Jackie Morse Kessler Copy Share Image
“On the flat expanse of pancake ice, War stood by the Pale Rider’s side. Though their forms did not touch, their shadows intertwined, black… — Jackie Morse Kessler Copy Share Image
A smile flitted across War's mouth, hidden by her helmet. She had little patience for religion (although she approved heartily of the religious fanatics… — Jackie Morse Kessler Copy Share Image
“She let out a laugh, one that scraped her throat and bled on her tongue.” — Jackie Morse Kessler Copy Share Image
Living means constantly growing closer to death. Satisfaction only temporarily relieves hunger. Find the balance, and plant your feet. — Jackie Morse Kessler Copy Share Image
“His voice, dark and velvety soft, intimate and yet cold: You have blood on your hands.” — Jackie Morse Kessler Copy Share Image
