I left the jutra to chop wood. I began my walk through the snow, five kilometers to the tree line. That's when I saw it. A tiny silver of gold appeared between shades of gray on the horizon. I stared… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
He threw his burning cigarette onto our clean living room floor and ground it into the wood with his boot. We were about to become cigarettes. — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“I didn’t agree with Cokie. It wasn’t just rich folks. Mother was soul broke, too.” — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“What if this is a horrible mistake?" I croaked. "Oh, it'll be horrible fine, just a bunch of pretentious rich people with shelves of… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“There was no ‘Miss Woodley.’ There was Willie. Willie was about life, and she grabbed it by the balls. Y’all know that. She loved… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“The fact that Cincinnati thought I resembled him in any way sickened me. It made me want to run and hide. When I was… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“Well, I don't know, Lina. But let's just say I've met a lot of dead people.” — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“War is catastrophe. It breaks families in irretrievable pieces. But those who are gone are not necessarily lost.” — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
I wasn't certain of anything anymore, except that New Orleans was a faithless friend and I wanted to leave her. — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“Andrius turned. His eyes found mine. "I'll see you," he said. My face didn't wrinkle. I didn't utter a sound. But for the first… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“Some wars are about bombing. For the people of the Baltics, this war was about believing. In 1991, after fifty years of brutal occupation,… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“I don't want to see no dead body. Willie ain't in there. She put her walkin' shoes on. She gone to see the Lord.” — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“They drink like fish and ask the most probing questions." "Welcome to the South." Patrick laughed.” — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
“That’s a good hustle,” I told him. “We both got a little hustle, don’t we?” He pulled on his jacket. “But I like to… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image