Holly: Seriously, you don't like unicorns? What kind person doesn't like unicorns? Justine: What kind of a person doesn't like zombies? What have zombies ever done to you? Holly: Zombies shamble. I disapprove of shambling. And they have bits that fall off. You never see a unicorn behaving that way. Justine: I shamble. Bits fall off me all the time: hair, skin cells. Are you saying you disapprove of me?
Holly BlackIโve stripped my life down,โ he told me. โI donโt need much. I have all the company I want to keep right in here.โ He shot himself in the head with his fingers. โPeople donโt understand about the need to live simply. They make appointments all day. They even schedule their own deaths. The first time theyโll have freedom to really be themselves is when they no longer exist. But up here, thereโs nothing but me and the sky. A million billion stars.
Holly BlackStartled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were rough, chapped. She felt the sting of fangs against her bottom lip. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Mouth opening under hers. The smell of him- of cold, damp stone- made her head swim. One kiss slid into another and it was perfect, was exactly right, was real.
Holly Black