Butterflies in your stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.
Kami GarciaMots clés beautiful-creatures
Mamma was just pulling your tail to see if it squeaked.
Kami GarciaMots clés beautiful-creatures
Lena: Maybe you don't have to be a Caster to have a power.
Ethan: Maybe you just have to fall for one.
I stared at the creased map on my wall, the thin green line
connecting all the places I had read about. There they were, all the
cities of my imaginary future, held together with tape and marker and
pins. In six months, a lot had changed. There was no thin green line
that could lead me to my future anymore. Just a girl.
Mots clés ethan-wate lena-duchannes
You end up taking your sugar with your salt and your kicks with your kisses.
Kami GarciaYou're
not
the
only
one
falling
Mots clés love failing ethan-wate lena-duchannes
...the miserable love to watch someone else's misery. I had just about cornered the market on miserable. I was worse than miserable, lower than a flattened sloppy joe left behind on a lunchroom tray. I was alone.
Kami GarciaMots clés beautiful-darkness
Get the hell away from my boyfriend, witch.
Kami GarciaEveryone actually stepped aside when she came down the hall. Like she was a rock star. Or a leper.
Kami GarciaSometimes I'd find one of her homemade charms in my sock drawer or hanging above the door of my father's study. I had only asked what they were for once. My dad teased Amma whenever he found one, but I noticed that he never took any of them down. "Better safe than sorry." I guess he meant safe from Amma, who could make you plenty sorry.
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