young-adult

I tell you this because books for young readers are so often written about that very moment: the moment of the fork. The moment the old man cannot return to.

I was thinking about all these things and more, but I wasn't really thinking about them at all. They were just there, floating around in the back of my mind, thinking about themselves. What I was really thinking about, of course, was Lucas.

Before long, everyone was giving him answers, and feeling a little superior, because it was really remarkable the number of things Chrestomanci seemed not to know. He had heard of Hitler, though he asked Brian to refresh his memory about him, but he had only the haziest notion about Gandhi or Einstein, and he had never heard of Walt Disney or reggae.

She is something else.

He slid over to me and grabbed me closer to him. My smile fell from my face with the unexpectedness of it. His hands cupped my face, his lips hovering above mine.__ou seriously want to know, Tess?__e closed the space and claimed my mouth with an urgent, hot, delving kiss.He smiled. __ou are sexy, in your own goofball way, you__e sweet and beautiful and smart and funny and, although you kiss to the point where I feel like I want to go back for seconds, you__e my best friend, and that__ why I don__ want to tap that.

Who would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters?

Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak.

When you got captured, I didn't know..." He trailed off, had to chug whiskey before he could continue. "If it'd be like...""What?""Like it was with Clotile.""Oh, Jackson, no. I was okay. I'm unharmed.""Didn't know if I'd get there too late," he said with a shudder. Then he crossed over to me, until we stood toe-to-toe. "Evie, if you ever get taken from me again, you better know that I'll be coming for you." He cupped my face with a bloodstained hand. "So you stay the hell alive! You don't do like Clotile, you doan take that way out. You and me can get through anything, just give me a chance."--his voice broke lower "just give me a chance to get to you." He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. "There is nothing that can happen to you that we can't get past."..."When you say we...?"He pulled back, gazing down at me, his eyes blazing. "I'm goan to lay it all out there for you. Laugh in my face--I don't care. But I'm goan to get this off my chest.""I won't laugh. I'm listening.""Evie, I've wanted you from the first time I saw you. Even when I hated you, I wanted you." He raked his fingers through his hair. "I got it bad, me." My heart felt like it'd stopped--so that I could hear him better."For as long as you've been looking down your nose at me, I've been craving you, an envie like I've never known.""I don't look down at you! I'm too busy looking up to you."..."The corners of his lips curled for an instant before he grew serious again. "You asked me if I had that phone with your pictures, if I'd looked at it. Damn right, I did! I saw you playing with a dog at the beach, and doing a crazy-ass flip off a high dive, and making faces for the camera. I learned about you"- his voice grew hoarse -"and I wanted more of you. To see you every day." With a humourless laugh, he admitted, "After the Flash, I was constantly sourcing ways to charge a goddamned phone--that would never make a call."I murmured, "I didn't know...I couldn't be sure.""It's you for me, peekon.

Thanks for not trying to see me when I looked like hell.___o be fair, you still look pretty bad.

This is my first real memory of James. In every memory before that, he__ just a flash of color, a warm body with a blurred face, a comforting voice begging me not to die. When he planted himself between our father and me that day, an eight-year-old with small fists clenched at his sides, I think I fell in love with my brother.

Tess, there isn't a drunken, screaming netballer in the world that would have made me not want to ... continue.

Being a spy was something like standing on the south shore fending off a hurricane with a $2 poncho and an umbrella.

His eyes were twin flakes of ember floating into the night from a roaring inferno. __ won__ let anything happen to you. No matter what I have to do, I will keep you safe.

Look,_ said Cyrus, raising his knife again and pointing it at her. __ive me one reason why we shouldn__ kill your boyfriend over there. Come on. The dark scowling face is reason enough in my book.__he could have sworn she heard the sound of Lucas__ eyes narrowing to slits.__ome on, just one reason,_ Cyrus repeated, __nd it better not include the words love, eternal or soul.

He was talking. I tried not to think of how he looked and instead of what he was telling me. Once I accomplished that, my brain couldn__ get past the __unning_ part. __ don__ run._ I walked the mile run at school. True story. I abhorred any kind of physical exercise. I wasn__ good at it. I was skinny, but I was soft; had absolutely no muscle mass at all. That__ the way I liked it. Who was he to try to change that, change me? I wouldn__ let him. No way, no how. One half of his mouth lifted. He seemed to be enjoying this a little too much. __ou do now. You have to be fit, you have to be strong, Taryn, if you__e to stand any chance of surviving this. Come on, we__l start with stretching._ He forced me to twist my body into unimaginable positions. I even had to touch my toes. The agony. Luke took pleasure from my pain; even laughing as I moaned and groaned through it all. Then, the worst came about. He. Made. Me. Run.

I may have been buzzed last night, but I remember everything. I can't promise you that I won't want to drive you home, or kiss you like crazy again. Because I will. I do.

Blaire, even if all we do is kiss or just lay there and talk, I'm okay with that. I just wanted you up here. Close to me.

Boat.Toby.1pm.Shit!