Quotes from Sophie Jordan

Jacinda, join us. We're grilling on the back deck." "Dad, I don't think-" "I would love that," I lie. Eating with Will's dad ranks right up there with having my teeth drilled, but I have to get inside.

Ich erinnere mich an dich. Wie loderndes Feuer hast du in dieser Hoele ausgesehen, als waerst du ein Wesen aus leuchtenden, tanzenden Farben

I'm not going to lie to you and convince you that I'm someone good and shiny like your guy that's going to be a doctor.

Didn't she know yet? People you loved, the ones you cared about the most, they all died eventually. No one was spared. When you lost them, everything you had, all of your heart, was lost, too. It crippled you. Left you an empty shell, functioning on instinct alone. "You're horrible," she whispered, so softly that

Exactly what he wanted me to do. Exactly what they all thought I would do. Everyone in here. Everyone out there in the world. A world so afraid of carriers, it makes killers out of the innocent.

This is the best thing I've ever eaten." He pauses for a drink, staring at me over the rim of his glass of juice. " It's the provolone," I say, swallowing my last bite. "It's the chef.

She was . . . is beautiful. Like her mother. Like you." He touched me then, pressing one finger directly over my heart. "You have it in here." He coughed violently, his hand dropping away from me. "It's a beauty that nothing can take away. Not this world or its monsters.

I am what everyone always thought. A killer.

Air struggles up my throat and past my lips as Mom talks with our new landlady. Even with the air conditioner working at full blast, the air is thin, dry, and empty. I imagine this is how it feels for someone with asthma, this constant fight for breath. As if you can't ever fill your lungs with enough air. I glare at Mom. Of all the places in the world to relocate, she had to choose a desert. I'm certain she's a sadist.

Some of us are killers. It's in our blood... that ability. It doesn't mean we walk around killing withour conscience, but we're just... better equipped to do it. Some people don't have it in them, but we do. You'll feel a lot better once you accept that.

My imprint is there for the world to see. I don't try to hide it with my hair or a high collar. When I got ready for school this morning, I kept thinking of Sean. How proud he appears. Unapologetic. And I want to be like that. I don't want to look cowed or ashamed. I may not want to be this, but I don't want to be that girl, either. I don't want to be afraid.

I only know that I can't live without flight. Without sky and moist, breathing earth.

We're just doing our best to live in this world, Davy." Sean's voice stretches into the fading dark. "We're not perfect, but we're not monsters, either. We're just human.

Jacinda, Sorry, but I had to leave town for a family thing. Try not to knock any other teachers unconscious while I'm gone. See you soon (but not soon enough), Will

Kicking off my shoes, I climed in beside him. I eased toward him. His body radiated heat in the bed. I relaxed, inching closer, burrowing the tip of my nose against his back, savoring the clean smell of his skin, fresh from the shower. His voice rumled through his back toward me. "Hey, your nose is cold." I grinned ahainst his skin. "How about my feet?" I wedged them between his calves. He hissed. "Get some socks on, woman.

People wait their whole lives for this. Sometimes half their lives pass before they find it. Sometimes they never do. They settle for something else. Or nothing at all. But we found each other now, Georgia. Do you know how lucky that makes us?

It's easier for parents to ignore, to pretend that everything's great and then do whatever they want while convinced it's something you want, too.

His blue eyes drilled into me. "Why are you doing this?" I shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know." He shook his head once like that wasn't good enough. "Why are you here?" His fingers shifted, the tips sending hot little sparks up my arm. He should look ridiculous with the blue washcloth covering half his face, but he didn't. He looked human and male and all too vulnerable right then. "Because you need someone.

No longer do I fear. No longer do I let others define me. I know what I am. What I'm capable of. That I'm a girl... a woman who will fight to survive.

I felt her heart pounding against her ribs and directly into me. Or maybe it was my heart. Curled against each other like two locked pieces of a puzzle, I could not tell where I ended and she began. There was just this. Us. One shared heart.

My wings grow, slightly longer than the length of my back. The gossamer width of them pushes free. They unfurl with a soft whisper on the air—a sigh. As if they, too, seek relief. Freedom.

Me di cuenta de que junto a él, yo era lo más fuerte y lo más débil que podía ser. Y pensé que eso es el amor: cuando te expones en toda tu vulnerabilidad.

Will sabía lo que era la soledad, entendía lo que era estar apartado del mundo en el que uno vive y ser un extraño entre tu propia gente. Will lo entendía. Will me entendía.

What good is safety if you're dead inside?