I knew I’d never see my family if I were captured; we wouldn’t be reunited at the school. I had to get down from this tree safely and keep moving. Mitch had sacrificed himself so I could live, so I had to live. It was the only thing left I could do for him.
It’s 7:07 pm. The house is still. The forest is quiet. But Lucia is about to break a rule.
I decided to make my own personalized challenge, based on the kinds of things I’d like to read more of and the kinds of things that will help me tear through my own TBR list. Here’s what I came up with.
What’s the point of having a voice if you’re gonna be silent in those moments you shouldn’t be?
The storm is patient
Pets howl at the silence
The lights flicker out…
Life never turns out how you imagine it will when you’re young. Everything is smaller than you think, or too big. It all smells a little funny and fits like somebody else’s shirt.
Here’s my recipe for sweet & spicy paprika peanuts.
Books, books, books!
Blows with such condescension
“If people wanted to stand up for themselves or protect their loved ones or do what they believe in their hearts is the right thing to do, then they would do it. If they wanted to be heroic, they would find ways to be heroic, even without supernatural powers.”