Good luck tended to avoid me.
Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given.
His gift is slower than Jane's. It creeps. It will touch us in a few seconds.
Why does Ian think I have to kiss you?
You gonna back down so easy, little sister?. Not much wild about you, is there? I bet that cottage doesn't have a scratch. Did Edward tell you how many houses Rose and I smashed?
If you turned the fabric of our lives over, I imagined the design on the backside would be woven in the bleak grays of doubt and fear.