“As much as I cared about him, I wasn’t a slave to fate. I could choose to ignore my feelings, strong as… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Oh, it was 1775.” “What?” “1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill.” “Oh.” I laughed. “We learned about it the day we met,”… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“No weapon in my bag? No problem—my whole bag was a weapon. Grabbing it by the strap again, I swung it off… — J.M. Richards Geek-girl Copy Share Image
“Well, as I said, you look terrible, for one thing. Beat-up terrible. Like someone was using you as a punching bag.” He… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“I wouldn’t joke if you weren’t always patching me up,” Davin retorted. He looked at Chad again. “You must have noticed, right?… — J.M. Richards Amazing-writing Copy Share Image
“I suddenly felt the way Cinderella might have felt if she hadn’t had that convenient midnight curfew: my feet were hurting, my… — J.M. Richards Cinderella Copy Share Image
