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You have a house if not a home," she spat. "You have people who care for you if not about you. You may not have everything you want, but I'd wager you have everything you could ever need, and you have the audacity to claim it all forfeit because it is not love.""I--""Love doesn't keep us from freezing to death, Kell," she continued, "or starving, or being knifed for the coins in our pocket. Love doesn't buy us anything, so be glad for what you have and who you have because you may want for things but you need nothing. By Victoria Schwab Love Home Spat House Kell

Aren't you afraid of dying?" he asked Lila now.She looked at him as if it were a strange question. And then she shook her head. "Death comes for everyone," she said simply. "I'm not afraid of dying. But I am afraid of dying here." She swept her hand over the room, the tavern, the city. "I'd rather die on an adventure than live standing still. By Victoria Schwab Lila Question Afraid Dying Asked

And when he presses his lips into the curve of my throat, I can feel his tears on my skin. "You are an idiot," I say, even as I guide his face and mouth to mine. I kiss him, not gently, but desperately. Desperately, because he's worth it - because life is terrifying and short and I don't know what will happen. All I know is that here and now, I am still alive, and I want to be with Wesley Ayers. Here and now I want to feel his arms wrapped around me. I want to feel his lips on mine. I want to feel his life tangling with mine. Here and now is all we have, and I want to make it worth whatever happens next. By Victoria Schwab Feel Mine Throat Skin Presses

I try to shape a tight laugh, and it dies in my throat. "This is new to me, Wes. Sharing. Having someone I can share with. And I really appreciate your help That sounds lame. I've never had someone like ... This is a mess. There's finally something good in my life and I'm already making a mess of it." My cheeks go hot, and I have to clench my teeth to stop the rambling."Hey," he says, knocking his shoe playfully against mine. "It's the same for me, you know?" This is all new to me. And I'm not going anywhere. It takes at least three assassination attempts to scare me off. And even then, if there are baked goods involved, I might come back." He hoists himself up from the bench. "But on that note, I retreat to tend my wounded pride." He says it with a smile, and somehow I'm smiling, too. How does he do that, untangle things so easily? By Victoria Schwab Laugh Throat Shape Tight Dies

I am blotting out pieces of my life. I am blotting out everything but this. But him. I exhale as he brushes against me, my body beginning to uncurl, to loosen at his fingertips. I am letting him wash over me, drown every part of me that I don't need in order to kiss or to listen or to smile or to want. This is what I want. This is my drug. The pain, both skin-deep and deeper, is finally gone. Everything is gone but the quiet. And the quiet is wonderful. By Victoria Schwab Blotting Life Pieces Quiet Uncurl

What if I mess up?""Oh, you will. You'll mess up, you'll make mistakes, you'll break things. Some you'll be able to piece together, and others you'll lose. That's all a given. But there's only one thing you have to do for me.""What's that?""Stay alive long enough to mess up again. By Victoria Schwab Mess Stay Mistakes Make Break

My heart sinks. I guess I should be glad he doesn't care, but I'm not. He's supposed to care. Mom cares so much, it's smothering; but that doesn't mean he's allowed to do this, to check out. And suddenly I need him to care. I need him to give me something so I know he's still here, still Dad. By Victoria Schwab Care Sinks Heart Dad Guess

Do you ever wonder why music brings a soul to surface? What makes beauty work as well as pain? By Victoria Schwab Surface Music Brings Soul Pain

Kell had told his brother about the deals he struck in Grey London, and in White, and even on occasion in Red, about the various things he'd smuggled, and Rhy had stared at him, and listened, and when he spoke, it wasn't to lecture Kell on all the ways it was wrong, or illegal. It was to ask why."I don't know," said Kell, and it had been the truth.Rhy had sat up, eyes bleary from drink. "Have we not provided?" he'd asked, visibly upset. "Is there anything you want for?""No," Kell had answered, and that had been a truth and a lie at the same time."Are you not loved?" whispered Rhy. "Are you not welcomed as family?""But I'm not family, Rhy," Kell had said. "I'm not truly a Maresh, for all that the king and queen have offered me that name. I feel more like a possession than a prince."At that, Rhy had punched him in the face.For a week after, Kell had two black eyes instead of one, and he'd never spoken like that again, but the damage was done. By Victoria Schwab Kell Rhy London White Red

He wasn't made of flesh and bone, or starlight.He was made of darkness. By Victoria Schwab Made Bone Darkness Flesh Starlighthe

The only way to truly record a person is not in words, not in still frames, but in bone and skin and memory. By Victoria Schwab Words Frames Memory Record Person

Why did you take this job?" I ask. "It doesn't make sense. You're so young - " "It was an honor to be promoted," she says, but the words have a hollow ring. I can see her drawing back into herself, into her role. "Who did you lose?" I ask. Carmen flashes a smile that is at once dazzling and sad. "I'm a Librarian, Miss Bishop. I've lost everyone. By Victoria Schwab Job Librarian Miss Bishop Sense

But the teacher had been right about one thing: violence breeds.Someone pulls a trigger, sets off a bomb, drives a bus full of tourists off a bridge, and what's left in the wake isn't just she'll casings, wreckage, bodies. There's something else. Something bad. An aftermath. A recoil. A reaction to all that anger and pain and death. By Victoria Schwab Wreckage Bodies Thing Violence Trigger

No! Kell shouted, reaching toward his brother, uselessly, desperately, but as his hand brushed the nearest person, the darkness leaped like fire from his fingers to the man's chest. He shuddered, and then collapsed, crumbling to ash as his body struck the street stones. Before he hit the ground, the people on either side of him began to fall as well, death rippling in a wave through the crowd, silently consuming everyone. Beyond them, the buildings began to crumble too, and the bridges, and the palace, until Kell was standing alone in an empty world. And then in the silence, he heard a sound: not a sob, or a scream, but a laugh. And it took him a moment to recognize the voice. It was his. By Victoria Schwab Kell Began Uselessly Desperately Shouted

The voice was low and smooth, almost hypnotizing, and a second later the shadow shifted and stepped forward, resolving into a man with broad shoulders and a wiry form, all lean muscle and long bone. The FTF fatigues fit him perfectly, and beneath his rolled sleeves, small black crosses circled both forearms. Above a chiseled jaw, fair hair swept down into eyes as black as pitch. The only imperfection was a small scar running through his left eyebrow - a relic from his first years - but despite the mark, Leo Flynn looked more god than monster. By Victoria Schwab Smooth Hypnotizing Forward Resolving Form

It's okay to not be okay," she says. "When you've been through things - whatever those things are - and you don't allow yourself to not be okay, then you only make it worse. Our problems will tear us apart if we try to ignore them. They demand attention because they need it. By Victoria Schwab Things Worse Make Problems Tear

. "You can't be here.""Can't, shouldn't, wouldn't, won't," she whispered. "No one saw me go. No one thinks to look for someone who's always there. They are all looking for you.""How did you find us?""You tick, I tock," she said, her voice so soft that only his ears could pick it up. "I would hear you anywhere." By Victoria Schwab Here Whispered You Tick Tock

He came to me, after you were gone. Master Kell."Lila's eyes widened. "What for?""To pay the debt for your clothes."Her mood darkened. "I can pay my own debts," she snapped, "and Kell knows it."Calla smiled. "That is what I told him. And he went away. But a week later, he came back, and made the same offer. He comes every week.""Bastard," mumbled Lila, but the merchant shook her head."Don't you see?" said Calla. "He wasn't coming to pay your debt. He was coming to see if you'd returned to pay it yourself. By Victoria Schwab Pay Lila Calla Kell Debt

I took the liberty of designing your pennant," said Rhy, resting his elbows on the gallery's marble banister. "I hope you don't mind."Kell cringed. "Do I even want to know what's on it?"Rhy tugged the folded piece of fabric from his pocket, and handed it over. The cloth was red, and when he unfolded it, he saw the image of a rose in black and white. The rose had been mirrored, folded along the center axis and reflected, so the design was actually two flowers, surrounded by a coil of thorns."How subtle," said Kell tonelessly."You could at least pretend to be grateful.""And you couldn't have picked something a little more ... I don't know ... imposing? A serpent? A great beast? A bird of prey?""A bloody handprint?" retorted Rhy. "Oh, what about a glowing black eye?"Kell glowered."You're right," continued Rhy, "I should have just drawn a frowning face. But then everyone would know it's you. I thought this was rather fitting. By Victoria Schwab Rhy Kell Pennant Resting Banister

I don't know who I am, and who I'm not, I don't know who I'm supposed to be, and I miss who I was; I miss it every day, Kate, but there's no place for that August anymore. No place for the version of me who wanted to go to school, and have a life, and feel human, because this world doesn't need that August. It needs someone else. By Victoria Schwab Kate Miss August Place Day

Now, as the party reached the royal hall the brothers shared, Tolners produced a note and held it up for Kell to read. "This isn't funny." Apparently Rhy had had the grace to pin the note to his door, in case anyone in the palace should worry. "Not kidnapped. Out for a drink with Kell. Sit tight. By Victoria Schwab Tolners Shared Read Kell Party

Kell has only two faces. The one he wears for the world at large, and the one he wears for those he loves." He sipped his wine. "For us." Lila's expression hardened. "Whatever he feels for me, it isn't love." "Because it isn't soft and sweet and doting?" Rhy rocked back, stretching against the pillar. "Do you know how many times he's nearly beat me senseless out of love? How many times I've done the same? I've seen the way he looks at those he hates ... " He shook his head. "There are very few things my brother cares about, and even fewer people. By Victoria Schwab Wears Kell Faces Love Times

The Archive makes us monsters. And then it breaks the ones who get too strong, and buries the ones who know too much. By Victoria Schwab Archive Monsters Makes Strong Breaks

I am still frozen when he reaches out and brushes a finger over the three lines etched into the surface of my ring, then twists one of his own rings to reveal a cleaner but identical set of lines. The Archive's insignia. When I don't react - because no fluid lie came to me and now it's too late - he closes the gap between us, close enough that I can almost hear the bass again, radiating off his skin. His thumb hooks under the cord around my throat and guides my key out from under my shirt. It glints in the twilight. Then he fetches the key from around his own neck. "There," he says cheerfully. "Now we're on the same page. By Victoria Schwab Lines Ring Rings Frozen Reaches

Four years of service, and the Archive is still so full of secrets - some big, like altering; some small, like this. The more of them I learn, the more I realize how little I know, and the more I wonder about the things I have been told. The rules I have been taught. By Victoria Schwab Archive Service Secrets Big Altering

Now, as I look around at a room filled not only with boxes but plenty of its own marks, I want to know the stories behind them. Or rather, a part of me wants to know those stories. The other part of me thinks that's the worst idea in the world, but I don't listen to that part. Ignorance may be bliss, but only if it outweighs curiosity. Curiosity is a gateway drug to sympathy, Da's warning echoes in my head, and I know; but there are no Histories here to feel sympathy for. Which is exactly why the Archive wouldn't approve. They don't approve of any form of recreational reading. By Victoria Schwab Part Marks Stories Room Filled

Everything about Wesley Ayers is messy. My three worlds are kept apart by walls and doors and locks, and yet here he is, tracking the Archive into my life like mud. I know what Da would say, I know, I know, I know. But the strange new overlap is scary and messy and welcome. I can be careful. By Victoria Schwab Wesley Ayers Messy Archive Locks

The Archive means that the past is never gone. Never lost. Knowing that, it's freeing. It gave me permission to always look forward. After all, we have our own Histories to write. By Victoria Schwab Archive Past Lost Histories Knowing

I've always been good at math. It's straightforward, black-and-white, right and wrong. Equations. Da thought of people as books to be read, but I've always thought of them more as formulas - full of variables, but always the sum of their parts. That's what their noise is, really: all of a person's components layered messily over one another. Thought and feeling and memory and all of it unorganized, until a person dies. Then it all gets compiled, straightened out into this linear thing, and you see exactly what the various parts add up to. What they equal. By Victoria Schwab Math Thought Good Person Parts

There is a mirror across from me, and I check my reflection in it before heading home. Despite the bone-deep fatigue and the growing fear and frustration, I look ... fine. Da always said he'd teach me to play cards. Said I'd take the bank, the way things never reach my eyes. There should be something - a tell, a crease between my eyes, or a tightness in my jaw. I'm too good at this. Behind my reflection I see the painting of the sea, slanting as if the waves crashing on the rocks have hit with enough force to tip the picture. I turn and straighten it. The frame makes a faint rattling sound when I do. Everything in this place seems to be falling apart. By Victoria Schwab Home Mirror Check Heading Eyes

Wes hits the table. "You broke into a crime scene without me?""Be glad, Wes, or we would have both been caught.""We're a team, Mac. You don't go committing crimes without your partner in crime. Besides, if I'd been with you, we probably wouldn't have been caught. I could have stood at the door and made wild bird sounds or something when the cops came back. And if we did get caught, or mugshots would look fabulous. By Victoria Schwab Wes Mac Table Hits Caught

You wanted strength.""I still want it," Rhy whispered. "Every day. I wake up wanting to be a stronger person. A better prince. A worthy king. That want, it's like a fire in my chest. And then, there are these moments, these horrible, icy moments when I remember what I did ... " His hand drifted to his heart. "To myself. To you. To my kingdom. And it hurts ... ." His voice trembled. "More than dying ever did. There are days when I don't feel like I deserve this." He tapped the soul seal. "I deserve to be ... " He trailed off, but Kell could feel his brother's pain, as though it were a physical thing. By Victoria Schwab Rhy Strength Whispered Wanted Moments

But after a year of tiptoeing through our lives, trying not to set off memories like landmines. By Victoria Schwab Lives Landmines Year Tiptoeing Set

I just want to know if you're okay, he says, so soft I barely hear it through the static. I'm not, not at all; but his worry gives me the strength I need to lie. To pull back and smile and tell him I'm fine. By Victoria Schwab Static Soft Barely Hear Lie

The perfectly good car comes with a perfectly dangerous girl. By Victoria Schwab Girl Perfectly Good Car Dangerous

I don't get why people are always trying to escape.""Really?" said Kate. "Take a look around."In the distance beyond August's window, the nothing gave way to something - a town, if it could be called a town. It was more like a huddle of ramshackle structures, buildings gathered like fighters with their backs together, looking out on the night. The whole thing had a starved dog look about it. Fluorescent lights cut glaring beams through the darkness."I guess it's different for me," he said, his voice taut. "One moment I didn't exist and the next I did, and I spend every day scared I'll just stop beingagain, and every time I slip, every time I go dark, it's harder to come back. It's all I can do to stay where I am. Who I am.""Wow, August," she said softly. "Way to kill the mood. By Victoria Schwab Kate Town Escape People August

She'd seen a documentary once, on cult leaders, and the traits that made them so effective. One of the most important features was a commanding presence. Too many people thought that meant being loud, but in truth, it meant someone who didn't need to be loud. Someone who could command an audience without ever raising their voice. By Victoria Schwab Leaders Effective Loud Documentary Cult

Some people forget, he thought. A bad thing happens to them and their mind sweeps in and buries the bad thing deep, and all that's left is a stretch of white in their heads, like fresh snow. Looking at it - at them - you wouldn't even know anything was trapped beneath.Some people forget, but David remembered everything. By Victoria Schwab Forget Thought People Bad Thing

Because caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn't let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, more than a few broken ribs, more than anything that bled or broke and healed again. Caring didn't break you clean. It was a bone that didn't set, a cut that wouldn't close. It was better not to care--Lila tried not to care--but sometimes, people got in. By Victoria Schwab Claws Caring Thing Care Lila

I can see him juggling the words inside his head. Fumbling. I tried to juggle once, with three apples I'd found in the pantry. But I just ended up bruising them all so badly my mother had to make apple bread. The whole time I was trying, I kept getting lost in the movements. I couldn't concentrate on all of them at once.I wish Cole would give me an apple. And then he looks at me, and there's that same sad, almost smile, like he's decided to pass me one, but he knows I can't juggle either. Like there's no reason for both of us to bruise things any more than needed.I hold out my hand. Let me help. By Victoria Schwab Head Juggling Words Inside Apple

but there was still something about Freddie. Something . . . disarming, infectious, familiar. In an auditorium full of stares, his was the gaze she felt. By Victoria Schwab Freddie Disarming Infectious Familiar Stares

There are times when the marvels of scientific advancement expedite our processes, making our lives easier. Modern technology provides machines that can think three or five or seven steps ahead of the human mind, machines that offer elegant solutions, a selection of contingency plans, Bs and Cs and Ds in case A isn't to your liking.And then there are times when a screwdriver and a bit of elbow grease are all that's necessary to get the job done. By Victoria Schwab Times Processes Making Easier Marvels

And then I get why Wes can't stop smiling, even though it looks silly with his eyeliner and jet-black hair and hard jaw and scars. I am not alone. The words dance in my mind and in his eyes and against our rings and our keys, and now I smile too. By Victoria Schwab Wes Smiling Scars Stop Silly

Caring about someone is scary, Mac. I know. Especially when you've lost people. It's easy to think it's not worth it. It's easy to think life will hurt less if you don't. But it's not life unless you care about it. By Victoria Schwab Mac Caring Scary Easy Life

A confession: I am not a good friend. Lyndsey writes letters, Lyndsey makes calls. Lyndsey makes plans. Everything I do is in reaction to everything she does, and I'm terrified of the day she decides not to pick up the phone, not to take the first step. I'm terrified of the day Lyndsey outgrows my secrets, my ways. Outgrows me. By Victoria Schwab Lyndsey Confession Friend Makes Good

You're dreaming," said Ilsa in her singsong way. She rested her chin on top of his shoulder, and squinted. "What is that in your eyes?""What?""That speck. Right there. Is it fear?"He found her gaze in the mirror. "Maybe," he admitted. By Victoria Schwab Ilsa Dreaming Singsong Shoulder Squinted

For one, dazzling, infinite moment, August felt like he was standing on a precipice, the end of one world and the beginning of another, a whisper and a bang. By Victoria Schwab Dazzling August Infinite Moment Precipice

What are you?" she asked. "A monster," said Kell hoarsely. "You'd better let me go." The girl gave a small, mocking laugh. "Monsters don't faint in the presence of ladies." "Ladies don't dress like men and pick pockets," retorted Kell. Her smile only sharpened. "What are you really?" "Tied to your bed," said Kell matter-of-factly. "And?" His brow furrowed. "And in trouble. By Victoria Schwab Kell Asked Ladies Tied Hoarsely

The witching hour, people used to call it, that dark time when restless spirits reached for freedom. By Victoria Schwab Hour People Freedom Witching Call

He was dressed in clothes that had clearly never seen the sea. A dark blue suit, accented by a silver cloak, his rich brown hair groomed and threaded with gems to match. A single sapphire sparkled over his right eye. Those eyes, like night lilies caught in moonlight. He used to smell like them, too. Now he smelled like sea breeze and spice, and other things Rhy could not place, from lands he'd never seen By Victoria Schwab Dressed Clothes Sea Suit Accented

You are crazy," he says. "You are a crazy, amazing girl. And you scare the hell out of me." I smile. By Victoria Schwab Crazy Amazing Girl Smile Scare

Well," I ask, leaning over him, "do you wish to stay?""I do.""And why is that, Cole?" I say, tipping toward him so that our noses nearly brush."Well," he says with a smile, "the weather's quite nice. By Victoria Schwab Cole Leaning Stay Tipping Brush

Da used to say that lies were easy, but trust was hard. Trust is like faith: it can turn people into believers, but every time it's lost, trust becomes harder and harder to win back. By Victoria Schwab Easy Hard Trust Lies Harder

No, dearie. I don't need any seeds. And besides, I'm growing moor flowers. Wildflowers." "I didn't know you could, in this soil." "You can't, of course. That's the point. Flowers are freethinking things. They grow where they please. I'd like to see you try and tell a moor flower where to grow. By Victoria Schwab Dearie Moor Flowers Grow Seeds

What do you want?" chided Leo. "To be ordinary? To be human?" He said the word as if it stained his tongue."Better human than a monster," he muttered.Leo's jaw tightened. "Take heed, little brother," he said. "Do not lump us in with those base creatures. We are not Corsai, swarming like insects. We are not Malchai, feeding like beasts. Sunai are justice. Sunai are balance. Sunai are - ""Self-righteous and prone to speaking in third person?" cut in August before he could stop himself. By Victoria Schwab Leo Sunai Chided Human Corsai

I spent a long time playing that game," she said. "Pretending there were other versions of this world, where other versions of me got to live, and be happy, even if I didn't, and you know what? It's lonely as hell. Maybe there are other versions, other lives, but this one's ours. It's all we've got. By Victoria Schwab Versions Game Pretending Spent Long

Victor wondered about lots of things. He wondered about himself (whether he was broken, or special, or better, or worse) and about other people (whether they were all really as stupid as they seemed). He wondered about Angie - what would happen if he told her how he felt, what it would be like if she chose him. He wondered about life, and people, and science, and magic, and God, and whether he believed in any of them. By Victoria Schwab Wondered Victor Things Lots People

That's how he saw climbing, a physical exercise in positive and negative space. The vast expanse of white drawing the small, person-shaped speck into sharp relief. By Victoria Schwab Climbing Space Physical Exercise Positive

sheets, I keep hearing something - or someone - calling, just loud enough to pierce the walls. The voice is surely something more than wind, curling and twisting itself into highs and lows, like muffled music. I know that if only I could lean closer, words would become clear, distinct. Words that wouldn't break apart before I can wrap my mind around them. By Victoria Schwab Sheets Calling Walls Hearing Loud

He was like one of those pictures full of small errors, the kind you could only pick out by searching the image from every angle, and even then, a few always slipped by. On the surface, Eli seemed perfectly normal, but now and then Victor would catch a crack, a sideways glance, a moment when his roommate's face and his words, his look and his meaning, would not line up. Those fleeting slices fascinated Victor. It was like watching two people, one hiding in the other's skin. And their skin was always too dry, on the verge of cracking and showing the color of the thing beneath. By Victoria Schwab Victor Errors Angle Pictures Full

The trees all whisper, leaves gossiping. The stones are heavy thinkers, the sullen silent types. He used to make up stories for everything in nature, giving it all voices, lives. If the moor wind ever sings, you mustn't listen, not with all of your ears. Use only the edges. Listen the way you'd look out the corners of your eyes. The wind is lonely, love, and always looking for company. By Victoria Schwab Whisper Leaves Gossiping Trees Listen

I want to be oblivious to the hurt written on her face. I want to be selfish and young and normal. M would be that way. She would need space to grieve. She would rebel because her parents were simply uncool, not because one was wearing a horrifying happy mask and the other was a living ghost. She'd be distant because she was preoccupied with boys or school, not because she's tired from hunting down the Histories of the dead, or distracted by her new hotel-turned-apartment, where the walls are filled with crimes. By Victoria Schwab Face Oblivious Hurt Written Normal

He leans in, resting his weathered hand on the bed. Treat all the bad things like dreams, Kenzie. That way, no matter how scary or dark they get, you just have to survive until you wake up. By Victoria Schwab Kenzie Resting Bed Leans Weathered

Nature is constantly growing, changing, one of the few things that can't hold memories. You forget how much clutter there is in the world, in the people and things, until you're surrounded by green. And even if they don't hear and see and feel the past the way I do, I wonder if normal people feel this too the quiet. By Victoria Schwab Changing Nature Growing Memories Things

Tonight, you're going to learn to influence two elements simultaneously.""I can't believe you ruined a bottle of avise wine.""I told you magic was a conversation - ""You also said it was an ocean," said Lila. "And a door, and once I think you even called it a cat - ""Well, tonight we're calling it a conversation. We're simply adding another participant. The same power, different lines.""I've never been able to pat my head and rub my stomach at the same time.""Well then, this should be interesting. By Victoria Schwab Lila Conversation Tonight Simultaneously Wine

Safe," she said with a hollow smile. "That is a pretty word." "Come on," snapped Kate beside the door. "But--" "Don't worry, August. I'm not afraid of the dark." Our sister has two sides. He took Ilsa's face in his hands. "Please be careful." They do not meet. "Go," she said. "Before the cracks catch up. By Victoria Schwab Safe Smile Hollow August Kate

Wesley's touch lingers on my skin. His music echoes through my head. I remind myself as I scrub my skin that we are both liars and con artists. That we will always have secrets, some that bind us and some that cut between us, slicing us into pieces. By Victoria Schwab Wesley Skin Touch Lingers Head

The silliest things shatter you. A T-shirt discovered behind the washing machine. A toy that rolled under a cabinet in the garage, forgotten until someone drops something and goes to fetch it, and suddenly they're on the concrete floor sobbing into a dusty baseball mitt. By Victoria Schwab Silliest Things Shatter Tshirt Machine

At the sunroom doors, he cast a glance back, and found Rhy looking at him with an expression that might have been I'm sorry, but also could have been fuck off, or at the very least we'll talk later. By Victoria Schwab Rhy Doors Back Sunroom Cast

It is as if the moon and the trees have switched places. The sky is plunged into the heavy cloud-lidded darkness that seems to come every night, but in the valley below, the trees - or the places between the trees, it is impossible to tell the source - are fully lit, glowing. The woods are alight like an ember, bluish white and cradled by the rolling hills. It's like a beacon, I think with a chill. So this is what happens when the world goes black. The forest steals the light from the sky. Cole straightens beside me, taking ragged breaths. I cannot stop staring at the glowing trees. It is strange and magical. Almost lovely. The wind song has become simply a song, clear and articulate, as if made by an instrument instead of the air. It is all a perfect dream. By Victoria Schwab Trees Places Moon Switched Sky

We make a good team, Mackenzie Bishop." "We do." We do, and that is the thing that tempers the heat beneath my skin, checks the flutter of girlish nerves. This is Wesley. My friend. My partner. Maybe one day my Crew. The fear of losing that keeps me in check. By Victoria Schwab Mackenzie Bishop Team Make Good

Monsters, monsters, big and small,They're gonna come and eat you all.Corsai, Corsai, tooth and claw,Shadow and bone will eat you raw.Malchai, Malchai, sharp and sly,Smile and bite and drink you dry.Sunai, Sunai, eyes like coal,Sing you a song and steal your soul.Monsters, monsters, big and small,They're gonna come and eat you all! By Victoria Schwab Monsters Eat Big Gonna Corsai

Are you going to be okay?" I close my eyes. "I don't know, Wes. Everything hurts. I don't know how to make it stop. It hurts when I breathe. It hurts when I think. I feel like I'm drowning, and it's my fault, and I don't know how to be okay. I don't know if I can be okay. I don't know if I should be allowed to be okay. By Victoria Schwab Hurts Wes Eyes Close Stop

What are you looking for?" he asked. A car alarm was going off in the distance, and he cringed as if the sound were deafening."A ride," she answered. Some of the cars were too new, others too old. She finally stopped in front of a black sedan, nice enough, but not one of the models with fancy security and keyless entry."Break that for me," she said, nodding at the driver's side door."The window?" asked August, and she gave him a look that said yes, obviously the window, and he gave her a look that said I don't commit petty crimes very often before he slammed his elbow into the glass to shatter it. By Victoria Schwab Window Asked Gave Break August

And Victor, who was so good at picking things apart, at understanding how they worked, how he worked, looked at the photo, and felt ... conflicted. Hate was too simple a word. He and Eli were bonded, by blood and death and science. They were alike, more so now than ever. And he had missed Eli. He wanted to see him. And he wanted to see him suffer. He wanted to see the look in Eli's eyes when he lit them up with pain. He wanted his attention. By Victoria Schwab Worked Victor Wanted Eli Conflicted

I wish you wouldn't indulge him," said the Prince Regent, whose name was also George (Kell found the Grey London habit of sons taking father's name both redundant and confusing) with a dismissive wave of his hand. "It gets his spirits up.""Is that a bad thing?" asked Kell."For him, yes. He'll be in a frenzy later. Dancing on the tables talking of magic and other Londons. What trick did you do for him this time? Convince him he could fly?"Kell had only made that mistake once. By Victoria Schwab Regent George Prince Grey Kell

Isn't it strange? It's like after they die, you're only allowed to remember the good. But no one's all good. By Victoria Schwab Strange Good Die Allowed Remember

If Mom was feeling ambitious, she scribbled a small list of items beneath the word, but seeing as her handwriting is virtually illegible, we won't know what's in each box until we actually open it. Like Christmas. Except we already own everything. By Victoria Schwab Mom Ambitious Word Illegible Feeling

Monsters," he said slowly, "all want the same thing: to feed. They are united by that common goal, while you are all divided by your morals and your pride. What do I think? I think that if you cannot come together, you cannot win. By Victoria Schwab Monsters Slowly Thing Feed Goal

Cole steps forward, his fingers reaching around my shoulders, and kisses me. It is sudden and smooth and soft as air against my lips. The wind whips around us, tugging at the fabric of our clothes, but not pulling us apart. And then it's gone, the cool pressure against my lips, and my eyes are open and looking into two gray eyes like river rocks."/That's/ what you wanted to show me?""No," he says, his fingers slipping down my arms as he leads me off the path and out, away from Near. "That was just in case. By Victoria Schwab Cole Forward Shoulders Lips Steps

Of every aspect of the moor, the earth and stone and rain and fire, the wind is the strongest one in Near. Here on the outskirts of the village, the wind is always pressing close, making windows groan. It whispers and it howls and it sings. It can bend its voice and cast it into any shape, long and thin enough to slide beneath the door, stout enough to seem a thing of weight and breath and bone. The wind was here when you were born, when I was born, when our house was built, when the Council was formed, and even when the Near Witch lived, By Victoria Schwab Wind Moor Fire Aspect Earth

August stared at her, aghast. "Did I know that kissing you would bring your soul to surface? That - THAT - would have the same effect as pain or music? No, I must have missed that lesson."She stared at him, agape. "August, was that sarcasm? By Victoria Schwab Aghast August Stared Surface Agape

Why would you even want to be human? We're fragile. We die.""You also live. You don't spend every day wondering why you exist,but don't feel real, why you look human, but can't be. You don't do everything you can to be a good person only to have it constantly thrown in your face that you're not a person at all. By Victoria Schwab Human Person Fragile Die Live

Kate wondered who was more addicted to their high, serial killers or coffee addicts. By Victoria Schwab Kate High Serial Addicts Wondered

And that's when I realize how tired I am, of lies and omissions and half-truths. I put Wes in danger, but he's still here - and if he's willing to brave this chaos with me, then he deserves to know what I know. And I'm about to speak, about to tell him that, tell him everything, when he brings his hand to the back of my neck, pulls me forward, and kisses me. The noise floods in. I don't push back, don't block it out, and for one moment, all I can think is that he tastes like summer rain. His lips linger on mine, urgent and warm. Lasting. By Victoria Schwab Halftruths Realize Tired Lies Omissions

These days, everyone left a digital mark. All day, every day at Colton, people were snapping photos, recording every mundane moment as if it deserved to be preserved, remembered. By Victoria Schwab Mark Left Digital Colton Day

The dead are silent, and objects, when they hold impressions, are quiet until you reach through them. But the touch of living is loud. Living people haven't been compiled, organized -which means they're a jumble of memory and thought and emotion, all tangled up and held at bay only by the silver band of my finger. The ring helps, but it can't block the noise, just the images By Victoria Schwab Silent Objects Impressions Dead Hold

There were two kinds of monsters, the kind that hunted the streets and the kind that lived in your head. She could fight the first, but the second was more dangerous. It was always, always, always a step ahead. By Victoria Schwab Kind Kinds Monsters Head Hunted

You're trying to block out every bit of noise. But people are made of noise, Mac. The world is full of noise. And finding quiet isn't about pushing everything out. It's just about pulling yourself in. By Victoria Schwab Noise Mac Block Bit People

Like I said, Kenzie. Everything ends. I'm not afraid to die," you say with a wan smile. "I just hope I'm smart enough to stay dead. By Victoria Schwab Kenzie Ends Die Smile Dead

The first trick to lying is to tell the truth as often as possible. If out start lying about everything, big and small, it becomes impossible to keep things straight and you'll get caught. Once suspicion is planted it becomes exponentially harder to sell the next lie. By Victoria Schwab Lying Trick Truth Big Small

I mean, most people want to escape. Get out of their heads. Out of their lives. Stories are the easiest way to do that. By Victoria Schwab Escape People Heads Lives Stories

I can see why my daughter likes you.""Do you think she's falling for my dashing good looks, my charm, or the fact that I supply her with pastries? By Victoria Schwab You Charm Pastries Daughter Falling

Rhy felt Alucard's eyes wandering slowly, hungrily, over him, and he blushed. The heat started in his face and spread down, through his collar, his chest, beneath shirt and belt. It was disconcerting; Rhy might not have magic, but when it came to conquests, he was used to holding the power - things happened at his whim, and at his pleasure. Now he felt that power falter, slip. In all of Ames, there was only one person capable of flustering the prince, of reducing him from a proud royal to a nervous youth, and that was Alucard Emery. Misfit. Rogue. Privateer. And royal. By Victoria Schwab Rhy Hungrily Alucard Slowly Blushed

You really are like him, your father.""I can't tell whether you think that's good or bad.""What does it matter? It's simply true. By Victoria Schwab Father Bad Matter Good True

He dreamed of her hand tangling in his, a pulse of power twining them together. He dreamed of them racing through foreign streets, not the London ones they'd navigated, but crooks and bends in places he'd never been, and ones he might never see. But there she was, at his side, pulling him toward freedom. By Victoria Schwab Dreamed Hand Tangling Pulse Power

Eli drew his fingers through a ring of water on the table. "I don't want to be forgotten." He said it so softly he worried Victor wouldn't hear, not over the chatter of the bar, but he clamped his hand down on Eli's shoulder. For a moment he looked so serious, but then he let go and slumped back in his seat. "Tell you what," said Victor. "You remember me, and I'll remember you, and that way we won't be forgotten." "That's shit logic, Vic." "It's perfect." "And what happens when we're dead?" "We won't die, then." "You make cheating death sound so simple." "We do seem awfully good at it," said Victor cheerfully. He lifted his glass. "To never dying." Eli lifted his. "To being remembered." Their glasses clinked as Eli added, "Forever. By Victoria Schwab Victor Eli Table Forgotten Drew

There you go again," murmured Rhy, leaning his head on Kell's shoulder. "You never let me fall. By Victoria Schwab Rhy Kell Murmured Leaning Shoulder

Shouldn't she stay on the boat?" The cat's ear twitched, and Lila felt that whatever pleasant inclinations the cat was forming toward her, she'd just lost them."Don't be ridiculous," said Alucard. "The ship's no place for a cat." Lila was about to point out that the cat had been aboard the ship as long as she had when he added, "I believe in keeping my valuables with me."Lila perked up. Were cats so precious here? Or rare? She hadn't ever seen another one, but in the little time she was ashore, she hadn't exactly been looking. "Oh yeah?""I don't like that look," Alucard said, twisting chest and cat away."What look?" asked Lila innocently."The look that says Esa might conveniently go missing if I tell you what she's worth. By Victoria Schwab Lila Cat Alucard Boat Stay

And she was *happy*. The kind of happy that smoothed time into still frames. By Victoria Schwab Happy Frames Kind Smoothed Time

I am Delilah Bard, she thought, as the ropes cut into her skin. I am a thief and a pirate and a traveler. I have set foot in three different worlds, and lived. I have shed the blood of royals and held magic in my hands. By Victoria Schwab Bard Delilah Thought Skin Ropes

There's an empty shelf here with your name and dates?" "There is. And it was beginning to sound nice. But then I got called in to this meeting. An induction ceremony. Some crazy old man and his granddaughter." He stands, guides me up beside him. "And I don't regret it. Now, go home. By Victoria Schwab Dates Empty Shelf Nice Meeting

People were messy. They were defined not only by what they'd done, but by what they would have done, under different circumstances, molded as much by their regrets as their actions, choices they stood by and those they wished they could undo. Of course, there was no going back - time only moved forward - but people could change. For worse.And for better.It wasn't easy. The world was complicated. Life was hard. And so often, living hurt. So make it worth the pain. By Victoria Schwab Messy People Circumstances Molded Actions

August groaned inwardly.Mind over body.Mind over body.Mind over body over bodies on the floor over tallies seared day by day by day into skin until it cracked and broke and bled into the beat of gunfire and the melody of pain and the world was made of savage music, made and was made of, and that was the cycle, the big bang into the whimper and on and on and none of it was real except for August or all of it was real except for him. . . . By Victoria Schwab Made Day August Bodymind Real

Kell managed an echo of her smile, and [Lila] gasped. "What's that on your face?"The smile vanished. "What?""Never mind," she said, laughing. "It's gone. By Victoria Schwab Lila Gasped Kell Smile Managed

Katherine was sitting alone at a table, but she didn't look lonely. In fact, there was a small, defiant smile on her lips. As if she wanted to be alone. As if the fact people avoided her was a badge. By Victoria Schwab Katherine Table Lonely Sitting Fact

There's no way I'm facing them on my own.""Which one are you afraid of? Lord Sol-in-Ar?""Cora.""The Veskan princess?" Kell laughed. "She's just a child.""She was just a child - and a nightmarish one at that - but I've heard she's grown into something truly fearsome."Kell shook his head. "Come on, then," he said, slinging his arm around the prince's shoulder. "I'll defend you.""My hero. By Victoria Schwab Cora Own Kell Facing Afraid

One of the cardinal rules of lying is to never, if it can be prevented, involve someone else in your story, because you can't control them. Which is why I want to punch myself when the lie that falls from my lips is, To hang out with Wesley. By Victoria Schwab Prevented Involve Story Cardinal Rules

Don't tell me you're afraid of heights," she said, shimmying along the edge."Not heights," he murmured. "Just falling. By Victoria Schwab Heights Shimmying Edge Murmured Afraid

It was a cycle of whimpers and bangs, gruesome beginnings and bloody ends. By Victoria Schwab Bangs Gruesome Ends Cycle Whimpers

The funny thing about armor is that it doesn't just keep other people out. It keeps us in. We build it up around us, not realizing that we're trapping ourselves. By Victoria Schwab Funny Thing Armor People Build

Not much of a morning person?""Such a useless time of day," she said, dragging herself upright and taking the cup. "Can't sleep. Can't steal. By Victoria Schwab Person Day Dragging Cup Morning

He shrugged, and for a second they stood there, sizing each other up, the moment stretching, the gaze growing uncomfortable until his gray eyes finally broke free, escaping to the ground. Kate smiled, victorious. She gestured to the patch of pavement, the border of grass. "What brings you to my office?"He looked around, confused, as if he'd actually intruded. Then he looked up and said, "The view."Kate flashed a crooked grin. "Oh really?"His face went red. "I didn't mean you," he said quickly. "I was talking about the trees.""Wow," she said dryly. "Thanks. How am I supposed to compete with pine and oak?""I don't know," said Freddie, cocking his head. Stray dog again. "They're pretty great. By Victoria Schwab Shrugged Sizing Stretching Free Escaping

Anger flared through him, but anger was unproductive so he twisted it into pragmatism while he searched for a flaw. By Victoria Schwab Flaw Anger Flared Unproductive Twisted

There were some people you had to stay away from, people who poisoned everything in reach. Then there were people you wanted to stick with, the ones with silver tongues and golden touched. And then, there were people you stood beside, because it meant you weren't in their way. And whoever Victor Vale was, whatever he was, and whatever he was up to, the only thing Mitch knew was that he did not want to be in his way. By Victoria Schwab People Reach Stay Poisoned Victor

Her eyes register the darkness beyond the windows, then travel back to the neglected groceries. Something in her sags. And for a moment, I see her. Not the watts-too-bright, smile-till-it-hurts her, but the real one. The mother who lost her little boy. By Victoria Schwab Windows Groceries Eyes Register Darkness

She cracked a smile. "So what's your poison" He sighed dramatically, and let the truth tumble off his tongue. "Life." "Ah," she said ruefully. "That'll kill you. By Victoria Schwab Smile Life Cracked Poison Dramatically

Listen to me," he said, pulling off his coat. "You need to stay awake."She almost laughed, a shallow chuckle cut short by pain.He tore the lining from the Colton jacket. "What's so funny?""You're a really shitty monster, August Flynn. By Victoria Schwab Listen Pulling Coat August Flynn

I want to believe that there's more. That we could be more. Hell, we could be heroes. By Victoria Schwab Hell Heroes

I left the window open, she says.And just like that, the world pulls back into focus. I stop spinning and something in me cracks - not something literal like bones, thank god, but something just as deep - and I'm so ready for this damn night to end, but I don't want it to end here. By Victoria Schwab Open Focus Left Window Saysand

Magda looks at me as if I've gone mad. Or I've grown up. It's kind of the same thing. By Victoria Schwab Magda Mad Thing Grown Kind

Be lost. Give up. Give In. in the end It would be better to surrender before you begin. be lost. Be lost And then you will not care if you are ever found. By Victoria Schwab Lost Give Begin Found End

Ignorance may be bliss, but only if it outweighs curiosity. Curiosity is a gateway drug to sympathy. By Victoria Schwab Ignorance Bliss Curiosity Outweighs Sympathy

He manages a sad smile. An omission is not the same thing as a lie, Miss Bishop. It's a manipulation. By Victoria Schwab Smile Manages Sad Miss Bishop

We are welcomed to your city, added Princess Cora with a curtsy and a cherubic smile.Kell shot Rhy a look that said, 'Honestly? This is the girl you're so afraid of?'Rhy shot him one back that said, 'You should be, too'. By Victoria Schwab Honestly Princess Cora Rhy City

And besides, if my soul's impeccable taste in music throws you off, then learn to tune me out. By Victoria Schwab Soul Impeccable Taste Music Throws

His gaze settles on the discarded book. He leans, reaching until his fingertips graze Dante's Inferno, still on its bed of folded sheets. "What have we here?" he asks."Required reading," I say."It's a shame they do that," he says, thumbing through the pages. "Requirement ruins even the best of books. By Victoria Schwab Inferno Gaze Settles Discarded Dante

What are you supposed to be?" she asked in Arnesian. "A fish?"Alucard made a noise of mock affront. "Obviously," he said, brandishing the helmet, "I'm a dragon.""Wouldn't it make more sense for you to be a fish?" challenged Lila. "After all, you do live on the sea, and you are rather slippery, and - ""I'm a dragon," he interjected. "You're just not being very imaginative. By Victoria Schwab Arnesian Fish Supposed Asked Alucard

There's a difference between fear and paralysis. And I've learned that I don't have to "grow up" to be open to opportunity, to be willing to step through doors without being pushed. I just have to be brave. I just have to be slightly braver than I am scared. By Victoria Schwab Paralysis Difference Fear Grow Opportunity

It was a game she sometimes played, ever since she learned about the theory of infinite parallels, the idea that a person's path through life wasn't really a line, but a tree, every decision a divergent branch, resulting in a divergent you. By Victoria Schwab Divergent Played Parallels Line Tree

I'm willing to walk in darkness if it keeps humans in the light. By Victoria Schwab Light Walk Darkness Humans

Doubt is like a current you have to swim against, one that saps your strength. By Victoria Schwab Doubt Strength Current Swim Saps

It's not that Mom didn't keep anything, it's that she kept the wrong things. We leave memories on objects we love and cherish, things we use and wear down. By Victoria Schwab Mom Things Wrong Cherish Leave

Smiling is the worst thing you can do if you want the world to think you're okay when you're not. Some people can't help it - it's like a tic, a tell - and others do it on purpose, thinking people will buy whatever they're selling if it comes with a flash of teeth. But the truth is, smiling only makes a lie harder to pass off. It's like a giant crack in the front of a mask. By Victoria Schwab Smiling Worst Thing World People

Only fools and cowards scorned fear. Fear keeps you alive. By Victoria Schwab Fear Fools Cowards Scorned Alive

The moments that define lives aren't always obvious. They don't scream LEDGE, and nine times out of ten there's no rope to duck under, no line to cross, no blood pact, no official letter on fancy paper. They aren't always protracted, heavy with meaning. Between one sip and the next, Victor made the biggest mistake of his life, and it was made of nothing more than one line. Three small words. I'll go first. By Victoria Schwab Obvious Moments Define Lives Ledge

This was a chance for Rhy to shine, not only as a jewel, but as a sword. He had always been a symbol of wealth. He wanted to be a symbol of power. Magic was power, of course, but it wasn't the only kind. Rhy told himself he could still be strong without it. By Victoria Schwab Shine Jewel Sword Symbol Rhy

Everything that rises will fall. Empires, societies, governments. None of them lasts forever. Why? Because even though they are the products of change, they become resistant to change. The longer a society survives, the more it clings to its power, and the more it resists progress. The more it resists progress- resists change- the more its ciizens demand it. In response, the society tighten its grip, desperate to maintain control. It's afraid of losing its hold. By Victoria Schwab Change Fall Resists Rises Progress

He would see her again. He knew he would. Magic bent the world. Pulled it into shape. There were fixed points. Most of the time they were places. But sometimes, rarely, they were people. For someone who never stood still, Lila felt like a pin in Kell's world. One he was sure to snag on. By Victoria Schwab World Lila Kell Knew Magic

You, Mackenzie Bishop," he says as we hit the landing, "have been a very bad girl." "How so?" He rounds the banister at the base of the staircase. "You involved me in a lie! Don't think I didn't catch it. By Victoria Schwab Mackenzie Bishop Landing Girl Hit

Funny how when we start to tell a secret, we can't stop. Something falls open in us, and the sheer momentum of letting go pushes us on. By Victoria Schwab Funny Secret Stop Start Falls

You missed me," said Alucard. It was not a question, but there was a confession in it, because everything about Alucard - the tension in his back, the ways his hips pressed into Rhy's, the race of his heart and the tremor in his voice - said that the missing had been mutual."I'm a prince," said Rhy, striving for composure. "I know how to keep myself entertained."The sapphire glinted in Alucard's brow. "I can be very entertaining. By Victoria Schwab Alucard Rhy Missed Question Back

Aunt Joan broke her hip a few years back. Don't get me wrong, she's still pretty damn fierce. Lightning fast with her cane, in fact. I've got the scars to prove it. By Victoria Schwab Joan Aunt Back Broke Hip

When no one understands, that's usually a good sign that you're wrong. By Victoria Schwab Understands Wrong Good Sign

This whole thing," I say, slumping against the doorway, "it's a lot of change. I just needed some space. By Victoria Schwab Thing Slumping Doorway Change Lot

What brings you to my room?" he asked, relief bleeding into annoyance. "Adventure. Intrigue. Brotherly concern. Or," continued the prince lazily, "perhaps I'm just giving your mirror something to look at besides your constant pout."Kell frowned, and Rhy smiled. "Ah, there it is! That famous scowl. By Victoria Schwab Adventure Room Asked Relief Annoyance

Sydney's arms were beginning to ache from lifting the shovel, but for the first time in a year, she wasn't cold. Her cheeks burned, and she was sweating through her coat, and she felt alive. As far as she was concerned, that was the only good thing about digging up a corpse. By Victoria Schwab Sydney Shovel Year Cold Arms

Sounds - the stretched-out, far-off kind - drift through the halls, and I close my eyes, trying to break them down. By Victoria Schwab Sounds Stretchedout Faroff Kind Drift

Mind over body over bodies on the floor over tallies seared day by day by day into skin until it cracked and broke and bled into the beat of gunfire and the melody of pain and the world was made of savage music, made and was made of, and that was the cycle, the big bang into the whimper and on and on and none of it was real except for August or all of it was real except for him. . . . He By Victoria Schwab Made Day Real August Mind

Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human. By Victoria Schwab Plenty Monstrous Monsters Knew Play

He flashed up in her vision like a flare, auburn hair and that constant furrow between his eyes: one blue, one black. Antari. Magic boy. Prince. By Victoria Schwab Flare Auburn Eyes Blue Black

His eyes found hers in the dark. They were a storm of blue and grey, at times bright and at others almost colorless. He tipped his head wordlessly in the direction of his chambers, and she followed. By Victoria Schwab Dark Eyes Found Grey Colorless

What a mess. Truths are messy and lies are messy, and I don't care what Da said, it's impossible to cut a person into pielike pieces, neat and tidy. By Victoria Schwab Mess Messy Truths Pieces Neat

Home. The word still tastes like sandpaper in my mouth. But it makes Mom smile - a tired, true smile - so it's worth it. By Victoria Schwab Home Smile Mom Mouth Tired

I read somewhere," said Kate, "that people are made of stardust."He dragged his eyes from the sky. "Really?""Maybe that's what you're made of. Just like us."And despite everything, August smiled. By Victoria Schwab Kate Stardust Sky Made Read

WESLEY AYERS is the stranger in the halls of the Coronado. He is the Keeper in the garden who shares my secret. He is the boy who reads me books. He is the one who teaches me how to touch. By Victoria Schwab Wesley Coronado Ayers Stranger Halls

It becomes a game, whispered and breathless."I hide who I am.""I fight with the dead.""I lie to the living.""I am alone. By Victoria Schwab Game Whispered Breathless Dead Living

Pretty thing," whispered an old woman from a doorway in Maktahm. "Pretty skin. Pretty bones.""This way, Master," called another."Come inside.""Rest your feet.""Rest your bones.""Pretty bones.""Pretty blood.""Drink your magic.""Eat your life.""Come inside. By Victoria Schwab Pretty Maktahm Rest Bones Thing

We're a team, Mac," he says. "We'll get through this." "Which part?" I ask. He smiles. "All of it." And I smile back, because I want him to be right. By Victoria Schwab Mac Team Part Back Smiles

Are you afraid of your own shadow? By Victoria Schwab Shadow Afraid

Looking for trouble, he'd say. You're gonna look til you find it.Trouble is the looker, she'd answer. It keeps looking till it finds you. Might as well find it first.Why do you want to die?I don't, she'd say. I just want to live. By Victoria Schwab Trouble Find Looker Answer Gonna

Because you don't think I'm a bad person," he said. "And I don't want to prove you wrong. By Victoria Schwab Person Bad Wrong Prove

Rhy clenched his teeth, fighting back a groan, but his stillness must have betrayed him; he felt Alucard smile against his skin. The man's fingers drifted to his tunic, deftly unbuttoning his collar so his kisses could continue downward, but Rhy felt him hesitate at the sight of the scar over his heart. "Someone has wounded you," he whispered into Rhy's collarbone. "Shall I make it better? By Victoria Schwab Alucard Rhy Felt Teeth Fighting

Did you know that when you take away a person's fear of pain, you take away their fear of death? You make them, in their own eyes, immortal. Which of course they're not, but what's the saying? We are all immortal until proven otherwise? By Victoria Schwab Fear Pain Death Person Immortal

You sure have a lot of piercings for a guy with a needle phobia.""I am the master of my fears By Victoria Schwab Phobia Fears Lot Piercings Guy

The worse thing you can do in a fight is stop moving. When someone attacks, they create force, movement, momentum, but you'll be okay as long as you can see and feel the direction of that force and travel with it. By Victoria Schwab Moving Worse Thing Fight Stop

I didn't stop fighting," he said, the words so low he worried Kate wouldn't hear them, but she did. "I just got tired of losing. It's easier this way.""Of course it's easier," said Kate. "that doesn't mean it's right. By Victoria Schwab Kate Fighting Stop Words Low

It perplexed him, how someone about to play God could pray to Him, but it clearly didn't bother his friend. By Victoria Schwab God Friend Perplexed Play Pray

I am a horrible hollow kind of tired; all I want is quiet and rest. By Victoria Schwab Tired Rest Horrible Hollow Kind

Kate collapsed onto a bench seat. "You were right" she said. "worst plan ever". "Told you". Said Agust, sinking onto his knees. By Victoria Schwab Kate Seat Collapsed Bench Told

So stop fighting. Let the noise go white. Let it be like water. And float. By Victoria Schwab Fighting Stop White Water Noise

Well, there's this new girl who just moved in on floor three. Her family's re-opening the cafe. I hear she likes to lie, and hit people.""Oh yeah? Well, there's that strange goth guy, the one who's always lurking around Five C." "Strangely hot in a mysterious way, though, right? By Victoria Schwab Girl Moved Floor Strangely Cafe

Victor didn't want to run while Eli was busy trying to fly. By Victoria Schwab Eli Victor Fly Run Busy

Where did you get this?" he asked."In a pocket in your coat," said Lila, stretching. "By the way, did you know that your coat is more than one coat? I'm pretty sure I went though five or six to find that."Kell stared at her, slack-jawed."What?" she asked."How did you know what it was for?"Lila shrugged. "I didn't.""What if it had been poison?" he snapped."There's really no winning with you. By Victoria Schwab Stretching Coat Lila Asked Pocket

They danced in silence for several long moments, spinning together and apart, a slower version of their cadence in the ring. And then, out of nowhere, Lila asked, "Why?""Why what?""Why did you ask me to dance?"He almost smiled. A ghost. A trick of the light. "So you couldn't run away again before I said hello.""Hello," said Lila."Hello," said Kell. "Where have you been? By Victoria Schwab Moments Spinning Ring Danced Silence

It wouldn't bring her back." "I know. Trust me, I do. And I would have done far worse," he says, "if I'd thought there was a way to bring Regina back. I would have traded places. I would have sold souls. I would have torn this world apart. I would have done anything, broken any rule, just to bring her back. By Victoria Schwab Back Bring Regina Trust Worse

Things only hurt more when you can see them. By Victoria Schwab Things Hurt

When I was small, the wind sang me lullabies. Lilting, humming, high-pitched things, filling the space around me so that even when all seemed quiet, it wasn't. This is a wind I have lived with. By Victoria Schwab Small Lullabies Lilting Humming Sang

Alucard snaked an arm possessively around his shoulders and brought his lips to the prince's neck, just below his ear. Rhy actually shivered."You are far too familiar with your prince," he warned."So you confess it, then?" His brushed his lips against Rhy's throat. "That you are mine. By Victoria Schwab Alucard Neck Ear Prince Rhy

If you don't show, I'm likely to do something foolish, like throw myself at Aluc- By Victoria Schwab Aluc Show Foolish Throw

I do want it. I want you to stay. Time and disease are taking you from me. You've told me, made it clear, this is the only way I can keep you close. I will not lose that. By Victoria Schwab Stay Time Made Clear Close

Lying is easy. But it's lonely.""What do you mean?""When you lie to everyone about everything, what's left? What's true?""Nothing," I say."Exactly. By Victoria Schwab Lying Easy Lonely Left True

If Verity's sins were knives, quick and vicious, then Prosperity's were poison. Slow, insidious, but just as deadly. By Victoria Schwab Verity Prosperity Knives Quick Vicious

I gave him my life, but you cannot ask me to stop living. By Victoria Schwab Life Living Gave Stop

M. That's what I call her, this normal, nonexistent me. It's not that I've never done those things, kissed or danced or just "hung out." I have. But it was put-on, a character, a lie. I am so good at it - lying - but I can't lie to myself. I can pretend to be M; I can wear her like a mask. But I can't be her. I'll never be her. By Victoria Schwab Normal Nonexistent Call Lie Things

I am a man, not a movement," he said. "But if a movement is what it takes to end this war, then I will play my part. By Victoria Schwab Man Movement War Part End

A Corsai, a Malchai, and a Sunai walk into a bar - Everyone groaned, including August. By Victoria Schwab Corsai Malchai August Sunai Bar

There have been times when I've wavered. When I thought maybe I wanted to be normal. But the thing is, what we do, it's in our blood. It's who we are. Normal wouldn't fit us, even if we wanted to wear it. By Victoria Schwab Wavered Times Wanted Normal Blood

Everything is valuable, in its own way. Everything is full of history. By Victoria Schwab Valuable History Full

Knowledge is power," she finishes, and I open my eyes to find her rounding the chair, "but ignorance can be a blessing. By Victoria Schwab Knowledge Power Finishes Chair Blessing

Control was all about focus, and he couldn't do that, not with Jess hovering, studying him like a puzzle she could piece back together. She hadn't yet realized that the picture had changed. By Victoria Schwab Jess Control Focus Hovering Studying

But once you know, you can't go back. Not really. You can carve out someone's memories, but they won't be who they were before. They'll just be full of holes. Given the choice, I'd rather learn to live with what I know. By Victoria Schwab Back Memories Holes Choice Carve

Truth be told, Victor didn't care for graveyards, either. He didn't like dead people, mostly because he had no effect on them. Sydney, conversely, didn't like dead people because she had such a marked effect on them. By Victoria Schwab Victor Truth Told Graveyards Dead

Perhaps power had to be tended, like Tieren said, but not all things grew in gardens. Plenty of plants grew wild. And Lila had always thought of herself more as a weed than a rose bush. By Victoria Schwab Tieren Tended Gardens Grew Power

Are you proud of yourself, Katherine?"She studied her nails. "Quite. By Victoria Schwab Katherine Nails Proud Studied

A confession: I am not a good friend. By Victoria Schwab Confession Friend Good

She couldn't break the orbit. By Victoria Schwab Orbit Break

They have little in common, save for their geography, and the fact that each has a version of this city straddling this river on this island country, and in each, that city is called London. By Victoria Schwab London City Common Save Geography

Everything breaks . . . By Victoria Schwab Breaks

Kell used to feel like a possession. Now he felt like a prisoner. By Victoria Schwab Kell Possession Feel Prisoner Felt

The moment I met you, I knew you were different. By Victoria Schwab Moment Met Knew

If you mean a few little things - the exact sound of his voice, the shade of his hair, then okay, yeah. You're going to forget. But Ben isn't those things, you know? He's your brother. He's made up of every moment in his life. You'll never forget all of that. By Victoria Schwab Yeah Voice Hair Things Exact

A death is traumatic. Vivid enough to mark any surface, to burn in like light on photo paper. By Victoria Schwab Traumatic Death Vivid Surface Paper

It takes at least three assassination attempts to scare me off. And even then, if there are baked goods involved, I might come back. By Victoria Schwab Assassination Attempts Scare Involved Back

More of a cookie person, myself. No offense to the other baked goods. I just like cookies. By Victoria Schwab Person Goods Offense Baked Cookie

I watch him fight back a smile and lose. What comes through isn't smug, or even crooked. It's proud. And I can't help it. I smile a little too. By Victoria Schwab Lose Watch Fight Back Smile

You know," he says, "for someone who doesn't like touching people, you keep finding ways to put your hands on me. By Victoria Schwab People Touching Finding Put Hands

If he'd had to judge based on the two of them, then ExtraOrdinaries were damaged, to say the least. But these words people threw aroundhumans, monsters, heroes, villainsto Victor it was all just a matter of semantics. By Victoria Schwab Damaged Monsters Heroes Judge Based

The shared secret of our second lives hangs between us, not like a weight, but like a lifeline. By Victoria Schwab Weight Lifeline Shared Secret Lives

I am broken the way most writers are, stories leaking through the cracks. By Victoria Schwab Stories Cracks Broken Writers Leaking

The world isn't that black-and-white, is it? It doesn't all boil down to with or against. Some of us just want to stay alive. By Victoria Schwab World Alive Boil Stay

August found himself nodding, even though he spent most of his time afraid. Afraid of what he was, afraid of what he wasn't, afraid of unraveling, becoming something else, becoming nothing. By Victoria Schwab Afraid August Nodding Found Spent

Properly buried.""Properly kept.""That is the way with witches.""And with all things. By Victoria Schwab Properly Buried Kept Witches Things

He wasn't quite sure when he made it, somewhere between turning on the shower and stepping in, perhaps, or pouring the milk and adding the cereal, or maybe a dozen tiny decisions had added up like letters until they finally made a word, a phrase, a sentence. By Victoria Schwab Made Cereal Word Phrase Sentence

As nice as his touch was, it's not what lingers with me while I work. It's his words. Two words I tried to shut out, but they cling to me. What if echoes in my head as I hunt. What if haunts me through the Narrows. What if follows me home. By Victoria Schwab Work Nice Touch Lingers Words

Sing you a song and steal your soul. By Victoria Schwab Sing Soul Song Steal

If she'd learned anything from her father, it was that composure was control. Even if it was just an illusion. By Victoria Schwab Father Control Learned Composure Illusion

But there was something else, too, a strange excitement at the idea of playing normal, and every time he tried to untangle how he felt, he just ended up in knots. By Victoria Schwab Normal Felt Knots Strange Excitement

When he touches me there is nothing but touch. There is no thought of wrong and no through of loss and no thought of anything, because thoughts can't get through the static. By Victoria Schwab Touch Touches Thought Static Thoughts

Knowing didn't make it any easier. Aria By Victoria Schwab Aria Knowing Easier Make

Magic is tangled, so you must be smooth. Magic is wild, so you must be tame.Magic is chaos, so you must be calm. Are you calm, Kell? By Victoria Schwab Magic Tangled Smooth Calm Kell

But all cities were icebergs, the real power underneath By Victoria Schwab Icebergs Underneath Cities Real Power

What do schools do that for?" he grumbles. "What's the point of summer if they give you homework?" "Exactly! By Victoria Schwab Grumbles Schools Homework Point Summer

My father taught me how to track, how to read the ground and the trees. He taught me that everything has a language, that if you knew the language, you could make the world talk. The grass and the dirt hold secrets, he'd say. The wind and the water carry stories and warnings. By Victoria Schwab Taught Track Trees Language Father

His lips linger on mine, urgent and warm. Lasting. And then he pulls away, breath ragged. His hand falls from my skin, and I understand. He's not wearing his ring. He didn't just kiss me. He read me. By Victoria Schwab Mine Urgent Warm Lips Linger

Come out, come out, wherever you are," she whispered. "Nice juicy human heart. By Victoria Schwab Whispered Nice Heart Juicy Human

Free caffeine and sugar, a recipe for making friends. By Victoria Schwab Free Sugar Friends Caffeine Recipe

I have to wonder if he has masks he wears, too. Maybe we all do. By Victoria Schwab Wears Masks

It was a hard thing, to vanish, especially when the people parted for him. Most of them didn't stare. No, in fact, they did the opposite of staring, averting their eyes and granting him too wide a berth for such a crowded place. It only drew more attention. Still, Will did his best to enjoy the apple and the blue-sky day and the fresh air as he made his way to the steps of the Great House. By Victoria Schwab Thing Vanish Hard People Parted

Every weakness is a place to slide a knife. By Victoria Schwab Knife Weakness Place Slide

Victor was naturally quiet, but even more so under pressure, which gave his peers the distinct impression he knew what he was doing, even when he didn't. By Victoria Schwab Victor Quiet Pressure Naturally Gave

The morning is a stealthy hunter, my father used to say. It sneaks up quiet and quick on the night and overtakes it. By Victoria Schwab Hunter Morning Stealthy Father Sneaks

Bad magic, Kell had called it.No, thought Lila now. Clever magic.And clever was more dangerous than bad any day of the week. By Victoria Schwab Kell Lila Magic Itno Thought

People are made up of so many small details. Some - like the smell of cookies baking - we can recreate. Or at least try. By Victoria Schwab People Details Made Small Baking

He fought the men and he slayed the monsters and he bested the gods, and at last the hero, having conquered all, earned the thing that he wanted most. To go home. By Victoria Schwab Gods Hero Earned Fought Men

I know it hurts," she said. "So make it worth the pain. By Victoria Schwab Hurts Pain Make Worth

Ben is ten and he's dead. But he's not gone. Not for me. By Victoria Schwab Ben Dead Ten

Just then, Rhy appeared, looking cheerfully drunk. "There you are!" he called, wrapping his arm around Kell's shoulders and hissing in his ear. "Hide. Princess Cora is hunting princes ... . By Victoria Schwab Rhy Appeared Drunk Hide Cheerfully

three lines etched into its surface, By Victoria Schwab Surface Lines Etched

It's a monster's world. By Victoria Schwab World Monster

I watch you, and it's like watching two people. By Victoria Schwab People Watch Watching

He'd made the world a little better, or at least, prevented it from getting worse. That was his purpose. That was his point. Someone By Victoria Schwab Prevented Worse Made World Purpose

You wanted to feel alive, right? It doesn't matter if you're monster or human. Living hurts. By Victoria Schwab Alive Wanted Feel Human Living

We do it, Jackson, because compassion must be louder than pride. By Victoria Schwab Jackson Pride Compassion Louder

Mourning was its own kind of music - the sound of so many hearts, of so many breaths, of so many standing together. By Victoria Schwab Mourning Music Hearts Breaths Kind

Sight is an important thing, August. Without it, our minds invent, and the things they invent are almost always worse than the truth. It's important that they see us. See you. It's important that they know you're on their side. By Victoria Schwab August Important Sight Invent Truth

Come out, little Katherine, he'd say. Let's play a game. By Victoria Schwab Katherine Game Play

Perhaps it is in our best interest to... to surrender rather than waste words. By Victoria Schwab Interest Words Surrender Waste

You can't be two people. You end up being neither. By Victoria Schwab People End

There would be a time to call the music. Time to summon the souls. By Victoria Schwab Music Time Call Souls Summon

He could be the monster if it kept others human. By Victoria Schwab Human Monster

Word of mouth was its own kind of magic. By Victoria Schwab Word Magic Mouth Kind

Once clean, he dressed in Rhy's chosen attire, willing to humor his brother. It was the least he could do - though Kell wondered, as he slipped on the tunic, how long Rhy would be calling in this payment. He could picture the prince a decade from now, telling Kell to fetch him tea."Get it yourself," he would say, and Rhy would tut and answer, "Remember Kamerov? By Victoria Schwab Rhy Clean Attire Brother Kell

He wanted to care, he wanted to care so badly, but there was this gap between what he felt and what he wanted to feel, a space where something important had been carved out. By Victoria Schwab Wanted Care Badly Feel Gap

Why did everyone have to ruin the quiet by asking questions? The truth was a disastrous thing. By Victoria Schwab Questions Ruin Quiet Thing Truth

Her bare feet land with light thuds like rain on stones. By Victoria Schwab Stones Bare Feet Land Light

But the thing about people, Kell had discovered, is that they didn't really want to know. They thought they did, but knowing only made them miserable. By Victoria Schwab Kell People Discovered Thing Miserable

... I've always been unique.""Yes, well, it is no wonder you and Kell attract. Both unique. Both ... a bit ... " Suddenly, conveniently, the language seemed to fail her."Mean?" offered Lila.Calla smiled. "No, no, not mean. Guard up. But tonight," she said, fastening a silver brim-veil into Lila's hair, "you bring his guard down."Lila smiled, despite herself. "That's the idea. By Victoria Schwab Lila Kell Suddenly Smiled Guard

I feel connected to you, and I couldn't bear the thought of that being severed. Lost. By Victoria Schwab Severed Lost Feel Connected Bear

The bodies in my floor all trusted someone. Now I walk on them to tea. By Victoria Schwab Bodies Floor Trusted Tea Walk

I will set you free, he says just before he buries the knife in my chest, and I wake up. By Victoria Schwab Free Chest Set Buries Knife

The wind took hold of whatever I felt, and ran away with it. By Victoria Schwab Felt Wind Hold Ran

t was amazing how easy it was to think in straight lines when he was in motion, even without his violin. By Victoria Schwab Motion Violin Amazing Easy Straight

The beautiful thing about books was that anyone could open them. By Victoria Schwab Beautiful Thing Books Open

And whatever lie he would have given, it died on his lips as they met hers. By Victoria Schwab Lie Died Lips Met

Mom may be able to power a city, but Dad barely stays lit. By Victoria Schwab Dad Mom City Lit Power

The absence of pain led to an absence of fear, and the absence of fear led to a disregard for consequence. By Victoria Schwab Absence Led Fear Consequence Pain

I am not afraid of nightmares, because mine came true and I lived through them. By Victoria Schwab Nightmares Afraid Mine True Lived

Scary, how easy it is to forget bad things. By Victoria Schwab Scary Things Easy Forget Bad

Fear is strange thing. It has the power to make people close their eyes, turn away. Nothibg good grows out of fear. By Victoria Schwab Thing Strange Fear Eyes Turn

People will die," he echoed, thinking of Ilsa. Ilsa in her room, surrounded by stars. Ilsa in the Barren, surrounded by ghosts. By Victoria Schwab Ilsa Surrounded People Die Echoed

Not with a bang, but with a whimper.In with gunfire and out with smoke. By Victoria Schwab Bang Smoke Whimperin Gunfire

We protect the past. And the way I see it, that means we need to understand it. By Victoria Schwab Past Protect Understand

But if you weren't a Keeper ... if you lost someone and you thought they were gone forever, and then you learned you could get them back, you'd be there with the rest of them, clawing at the walls to get through. By Victoria Schwab Keeper Forever Back Clawing Lost

But the fact is, dreams catch us with our armor off. By Victoria Schwab Dreams Fact Catch Armor

It's Katherine, right?" "Kate," she said. "Frederick?" "Freddie," he corrected. By Victoria Schwab Katherine Kate Frederick Freddie Corrected

The world resists, when you break its rules. By Victoria Schwab Resists Rules World Break

I want the things most people don't notice. The ring and the key and the way you have of wearing everything on the inside. By Victoria Schwab Notice Things People Inside Ring

Every weakness exposes flesh," he'd said, "and flesh invites a knife. By Victoria Schwab Knife Flesh Weakness Exposes Invites

He wondered about himself (whether he was broken, or special, or better, or worse) and about other people (whether they were really all as stupid as they seemed). By Victoria Schwab Broken Special Worse People Wondered

If these men worshipped anything, they worshipped magic, which she supposed would be heresy back in Grey London. But then again, Christians worshipped an old man in the sky, and if Lila had to say which one seemed more real at the moment, she'd have to side with magic. By Victoria Schwab London Grey Magic Worshipped Christians

And the boy whose temper seemed tethered to the air itself ... they didn't know what to make of him. By Victoria Schwab Boy Temper Tethered Air Make

The two had been in each other's company for a long time. They knew when the other wanted to talk, and when they wanted to think. The only problem was that more often than not, Victor wanted to think, and more often than not, Mitch wanted to talk. By Victoria Schwab Wanted Talk Time Company Long

Nobody gets to stay the same. By Victoria Schwab Stay

Imagine a place where the dead rest on shelves like books. By Victoria Schwab Imagine Books Place Dead Rest

Let them think you a demon or a god," she said. "Let them fear you. It does not matter.""It matters a great deal to me," he snapped. By Victoria Schwab God Demon Matter Snapped Fear

I'd rather be able to see the truth than live a lie. By Victoria Schwab Lie Truth Live

Why are there so many shadows in the world, Kate? Shouldn't there be just as much light? By Victoria Schwab Kate World Shadows Light

All Eli had to do was smile. All Victor had to do was lie. Both proved frighteningly effective. By Victoria Schwab Eli Smile Victor Lie Effective

Victor hated loud music almost as much as he hated crowds of drunk people. By Victoria Schwab Victor People Hated Loud Music

If Eli really was a hero, and Victor meant to stop him, did that make him a villain?He took a long sip of his drink, tipped his head back against the couch, and decided he could live with that. By Victoria Schwab Eli Victor Hero Villain Drink

I've been thinking." "A dangerous pursuit." "Indeed. By Victoria Schwab Thinking Pursuit Dangerous

It was a cruel trick of the universe, thought August, that he only felt human after doing something monstrous. By Victoria Schwab August Universe Thought Monstrous Cruel

Nods and offers canned monosyables of support ... By Victoria Schwab Nods Support Offers Canned Monosyables

Every weakness exposes flesh, and flesh invites a knife. By Victoria Schwab Knife Flesh Weakness Exposes Invites

All he knew was that he was a body in search of motion. By Victoria Schwab Motion Knew Body Search

...something more than the sum of its parts- By Victoria Schwab Parts Sum

Even if surviving wasn't simple, or easy, or fair.Even if he could never be human.He wanted the chance to matter.He wanted to live. By Victoria Schwab Simple Easy Live Wanted Surviving

A person chose their path. Or they made a new one. By Victoria Schwab Path Person Chose Made

There are no monsters in the dark. By Victoria Schwab Dark Monsters

There's a big difference between can't and won't. By Victoria Schwab Big Difference

All Near knows." "All Near forgets." "Or tries. By Victoria Schwab Forgets

Lila Bard knew in her bones that she was meant to be a pirate. By Victoria Schwab Bard Lila Pirate Knew Bones

Lying is easy. But it's lonely. By Victoria Schwab Lying Easy Lonely

Serena was very good at telling tales. She had always been convincing (that was the word her sister liked to use for lying). By Victoria Schwab Serena Tales Good Telling Convincing

Agatha has a dangerous ease about her. She's the kind of person you want to like you. By Victoria Schwab Agatha Dangerous Ease Kind Person

I pull the key from around my neck and slip it into the hole beneath my brother's card. It doesn't turn. It never turns. But I never stop trying. By Victoria Schwab Card Pull Key Neck Slip

Her world became a heavy beat, a rhythm, an angry voice. By Victoria Schwab Beat Rhythm Voice World Heavy

Don't you see, Owen?""See what?""The day's over. By Victoria Schwab Owen Day

Safe. That is a pretty word. By Victoria Schwab Safe Word Pretty

Fear is a strange thing," he used to say. "It has the power to make people close their eyes, turn away. Nothing good grows out of fear. By Victoria Schwab Thing Strange Fear Eyes Turn

I don't want to be forgotten. By Victoria Schwab Forgotten

I'm not going to die," she said. "Not till I've seen it.""Seen what?"Her smile widened. "Everything. By Victoria Schwab Die Widened Till Smile

The prince shrugged. Who needs magic when you look this good? By Victoria Schwab Shrugged Prince Good Magic

I live in a world where shadows have teeth. It's not a particularly relaxing environment. By Victoria Schwab Teeth Live World Shadows Environment

Having something and losing it, it's so much crueler than never having had it. By Victoria Schwab Losing Crueler

I am Sunai," he said. "I am holy fire. And if I have to burn the world to cleanse it, so help me, I will. By Victoria Schwab Sunai Fire Holy Burn World

Rhy held Kell's pain in his hands, while Kell held Rhy's life in his. By Victoria Schwab Kell Rhy Hands Held Pain

Maybe one day the words will pour out like so many others, easy and smooth and on their own. Right now they take pieces of me with them. By Victoria Schwab Easy Day Words Pour Smooth

People are users. It's a universal truth. Use them, or they'll use you. By Victoria Schwab People Users Truth Universal

Like everything was real, but nothing mattered. By Victoria Schwab Real Mattered

Everything seems different at night. Defined. Beyond the window, the world is full of shadows, all pressed together in harsh relief, somehow sharper than they ever were in daylight.Sounds seem sharper,too, at night. A whistle. A crack. A child's whisper. By Victoria Schwab Night Defined Window Shadows Relief

I suppose it doesn't matter how they get out. All that matters is they do. And when they do, they must be found. They must go back. By Victoria Schwab Suppose Matter Matters Found Back

Being. Not being. Giving in. Holding out. No matter what I do, it hurts. By Victoria Schwab Giving Holding Hurts Matter

I know it's mad, but for a second I thought it was ... " "Saints, you're seeing her in everyone and everything now, Kell? There's a word for that." "Hallucination?" "Infatuation. By Victoria Schwab Saints Kell Mad Hallucination Infatuation

We are the darkest acts made light. By Victoria Schwab Light Darkest Acts Made

Picking the best solution really depended on your definition of best. By Victoria Schwab Picking Solution Depended Definition

People are made of so many fragile pieces. By Victoria Schwab People Pieces Made Fragile

Da thought of people as books to be read, but I've always thought of them more as formulas- full of variables, but always the sum of their parts. By Victoria Schwab Thought Read Formulas Full Variables