Brannagh Maloney had lived with disappearances all her life. They were as familiar to her as the changing of the Fundy tides. People who disappeared left cast-off shadows of themselves, murky tremblings that slunk out...
Would you dare to walk with the beast on the dark side of the moon?
Mark had a better chance interpreting body language at Madame Tussauds.
I always assumed it owed more to the fact that he didn’t like me.
God allows us to face the tension whether we like it or not.
No matter which way you dice it, self-preservation is selfish.
—Quería preguntártelo algún día, cuando fuera el momento adecuado, pero hemos comenzado a hablar…[…]—La miró a los ojos mientras le acariciaba la mejilla con los nudillos—. Estoy ante ti sin nada, bella, solo te entrego...
If you can get to be you, why can’t I get to be me?
I believe that on any trip to heaven, there are always detours through hell.
The trap I remember forever: how they got out I have long since forgotten.