Every week I will pick a quote from a book I read, am reading, or that is my favourite, and share it with you all through this post.
I stare at Vin in amazement. He sounds exactly like Ryan when he’s talking to Crenshaw. Did I miss something in my meager childhood? Was there a book I was supposed to read? The Complete Idiot’s Guide to King Arthur’s Court? It seems like silly me has been reading any survival manual or How To book I could get my hands on while all these Lost Boys were reading Lunacy: A Visitor’s Guide.
Zombies don’t respect the personal bubble. They are all up in my grill, and at one point my heart jumps into my throat and freezes when an infected bumps into me, leans in and sniffs my neck.
“Every town has its share of secrets. And when whispered by children in the dead of night, some secrets become stories. They percolate and brew and change. Sometimes, under special circumstances, the stories become legends, destined to survive even as the children who share them grow up and move on.”
“At Lockwood & Co., George was famous for not being able to throw or catch with any accuracy. Back in the kitchen at Portland Row, even the casual passing out of fruit or bags of chips became an exercise fraught with danger.”
Liz shook her head, bewildered. “And she never gets old.”
“Love to know her beauty regimen.”
“It’s blood. Human blood.”
Yuck. Why couldn’t it have been a magic mud mask?
“…They called the lake Bob. Don’t ask me why. “Gonna go sit by Bob,” someone would say, or “Bob looks like hell this morning.”
“The way I feel about him is like a heartbeat — soft and persistent, underlying everything.”
“Every time we left a place, I felt the things that happened there being wiped clean, till all that was left was Ella, our fights and our talks and our winding roads. I wrote down dates and places in the corners of my books, and lost them along the way.”
“Legs with attitude.” Kyle’s tone warmed with approval. “Why don’t you bring those beauties over here. I got a spot all ready for ‘em.” He and his buddies all chuckled when he patted his lap.
I wasn’t exactly impressed. “I think these legs are fine where they are, thank you very much.”
Kyle wasn’t deterred at all by my rejection. “I wouldn’t have expected legs like those to be quite so shy.”
“Not shy,” I informed him. “Just holding out for a better offer.”
“I wish I had a stand-in for real life. Can you imagine having someone walk through your day to make sure everything’s fine before it’s your turn?”