On tiptoes the redhead wouldn't even reach my shoulders; she is clearly too young to be a bride. And the willowy girl is too forlorn. And I am too unwilling. Yet here we are.
Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound.
A feeling can't kill you.
I don’t have too many books, I have too little shelving.
Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.
A party in the orange grove. The pain on Linden's face is immediate. I am unwavering. He has cost me more pain than I will ever be able to repay.