The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.
Stephenie MeyerIt was sort of the pattern to my life - I'd never been strong enough to deal with the things outside my control, to attack the enemies or outrun them. To avoid the pain. Always human and weak, the only thing I'd ever been able to do was keep going. Endure. Survive.
Stephenie MeyerI wondered โ would a bullet through my temple actually kill me or just leave a really big mess for me to clean up?
Stephenie Meyer