Their bedroom has always been our sanctuary. Sometimes at night we'll end up on their bed just talking. My dad will be snoring and Mia will say, "Turn around, Bobby, you're snoring," and he'll turn around and for a moment it'll be silent. Then he'll erupt into a massive snore and Luca and I will kill ourselves laughing and my dad will wake up and bark, "Get to bed!" and not even a second later he'll be snoring and we'll kill ourselves laughing again and Mia will say, "What is this? Grand Central Station?
Melina MarchettaTags: snore central grand station
I can’t and won’t write without hope.
I’d rather never write again.
Oh, the way that word is thrown around!” she said. “Everything is evil that humans can’t control or conquer.
Melina MarchettaAnd life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you're watching someone die. But there's a joy and an abundance of everything, like information and laughter and summer weather and so many stories. My mother urges me to write them down because, "You're the last of the Markhams, my love." So I record dates and journeys and personalities and traits and heroes and losers and weaknesses and strengths and I try to capture every one of those people because one day I'll need what they had to offer.
Melina MarchettaI’m frightened that one morning there will not be enough to keep me going.
Melina MarchettaTags: fear hope melina-marchetta on-the-jellicoe-road
Woman, I’m trying to fight here! Or has that escaped your attention?
Melina MarchettaAnd when Finnikin grabbed her to him and buried his face in her neck and then bent down and placed his mouth on hers, the others pretended that there was something very interesting happening in the meadow. The priest-king even pointed at the nothing they were pretending to see. But Froi didn’t. He just watched the way Finnikin’s hands rested on Evanjalin’s neck and he rubbed his thumb along her jaw and the way his tongue seemed to disappear inside her mouth as if he needed a part of her to breathe himself. And Froi wondered what Evanjalin was saying against Finnikin’s lips when they stopped because whatever the words were it made them start all over again and this time their hunger for each other was so frightening to watch that it made Froi look away.
Melina MarchettaIt's not that I like you least [...] it's that I feared you most. The reginita taught me to like you. There was a strange joy to her that lifted my spirits. But you, Quintana of Charyn, you made me love you.
Melina MarchettaIt's like geographical humor. You just don't get it unless you were there.
Melina MarchettaYou shy, Francesca?” Javier asks me later on.
I shake my head. “Not really.” I’m just sad, I want to say. And I’m lonely.
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