Dreams aren't memories," he says. by Lisa McMann

Dreams aren't memories," he says.

Lisa McMann

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It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others. by Lisa McMann

It's just the end of some things. And the beginning of others.

Once you read something, you can't erase it from your brain. by Lisa McMann

Once you read something, you can't erase it from your brain.

Janies lips part in surprise. She takes it. Feels really strange about opening it in front of him. She wets her lips and examines the box and the ribbon that surounds it. "Thank you." She says softly. "Um..." He clears his throat, "The gift, see is actually inside the box. The box is like an extra bonus gift.It's how we do things here on planet Earth.

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That was the goth stage, where I decided I'd never get the girl of my dreams because of my scars. Not to mention my hairstyle. (pause) But then she slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a boy, it means she likes him.

girl dream mean

Janie calls Cabel. "Hi, uh, Mom," she says. Cabel snorts. "Hello, dear. Did you make it through the blizzard?" "Yeah. Barely." Janie grins into the phone.

hello phones mom

And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.

kissing healing sometimes

The Thickety is a sinister, magical debut with a marvelous and shocking heroine. J.A. White’s elegant writing and masterful plot kept me turning pages late into the night.

white writing night

Hippie said he couldn't stay. Be back tomorrow -Love,Mom by Lisa McMann

Hippie said he couldn't stay. Be back tomorrow -Love,Mom

tomorrow mom hippie

I highly regret this day in advance. by Lisa McMann

I highly regret this day in advance.

this-day regret

He moves like a dancer. by Lisa McMann

He moves like a dancer.

It's the intent, not the word, that makes something harsh. by Lisa McMann

It's the intent, not the word, that makes something harsh.

You're asking for trouble, Hannagan," he growls. "And you would be....?" Janie asks. She giggles. "Trouble.

trouble asking would-be

So, ah, I'm not sure if you know this, but you're not wearing a s... by Lisa McMann

So, ah, I'm not sure if you know this, but you're not wearing a shirt." "Distracting, isn't it?

shirts not-sure knows

They have an unusual relationship. And when things are good, it's... by Lisa McMann

They have an unusual relationship. And when things are good, it's magic.

A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her... by Lisa McMann

A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.

lasts soul waiting

Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy. by Lisa McMann

Jacian Obregon. It sounds like a melody. Or a tragedy.

melody tragedy sound

If you want to touch me, Kendall, touch me. Don't hide behind tho... by Lisa McMann

If you want to touch me, Kendall, touch me. Don't hide behind those little girl slaps.

girl want littles

Do you still love me, Janie?' Janie stares at him, incredulous. 'Yes, of course! I don't say it lightly.' 'Say it lightly in my ear,' he demands. She smiles, rests her soft cheek on his scratchy one, and whispers it. 'I love you, Cabe.

demand ears love-you

Whatever I want,' he says. 'Yes.' 'I'm afraid you haven't been pr... by Lisa McMann

Whatever I want,' he says. 'Yes.' 'I'm afraid you haven't been privy to that dream yet.

havens dream want

She sits in the driveway, freezing, for thirty-six minutes. Arguing with herself. Because she thinks she's in love with him too. And there are two ways she can be a fool in love right now. She chooses the harder one. And knocks on the door.

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