“You have a friend named Bug?” “Sure. Why wouldn’t I?” Chess asked. “I have another friend who keeps telling me to call… — J.M. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tall, and pour the waters of the Nile on every golden scale.” His eyes… — J.M. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Who wouldn’t choose to be the best version of themselves possible? People, by nature, are narcissistic.” He straightened his tie and jacket as if… — J.M. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“You have a friend named Bug?” “Sure. Why wouldn’t I?” Chess asked. “I have another friend who keeps telling me to call her Alice… — J.M. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Like Dinah says, “We can only play the cards we’ve been dealt. It doesn’t do any good to wish about things you can’t change.” — J.M. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“But which way do I go from here?” she wondered, searching the unfamiliar city. “That depends a great deal on where you want to… — J.M. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tall, and pour the waters of the Nile on every golden scale.” His eyes flicked meaningfully… — J.M. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spreads his claws, and welcomes little fishes in, with gently smiling jaws.” — J.M. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“His head exploded. I’d never seen someone’s head explode. I never thought I would. Maybe in the movies, but not in real life. It’s… — J.M. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“Lewis exasperated her, always talking about life before the Plague and how it would be if everything was different. He was a dreamer. “It… — J.M. Sullivan Copy Share Image
“...why did you stick with me?” “That’s easy, Alice,” he said. His amber eyes melted into hers. “It’s the first rule of chess: always… — J.M. Sullivan Copy Share Image
