I have choices," I insisted, refusing to break eye contact. "We both do. I may have to make mine carefully, and make a few compromises along the way, but I have a choice. I choose you.
Rachel VincentThere was just no good way for a dead son to greet his mother almost two weeks after his funeral.
Rachel VincentUh, yeah, I do. The scythe was a little tricky at first, butโmuch like golfโturns out itโs all in the swing.
Rachel VincentI'd just stepped out of the kiddie pool and into the deep end, with no floaties. And drowning was not an option.
Rachel VincentIt would be so much easier if there were a secret password, or handshake. Netherworld, open sesame! Yeah, that didn't work, either.
Rachel VincentโThe three of you are enough to drive a mara mad. 'She can wear my shirt,โ" she growled in imitation of Nash."No, she can wear my shirt," she said switching to Tod's smoother tone.Then Sabine took off down the hall without a glance at any of us."I have a spare. Come on, Kaylee, before I choke on testosterone and melodrama.โ
Rachel Vincent