This is the language of the world before - a world of chaos and confusion and happiness and despair - before the blitz turned streets to grids, cities to prisons, and hearts to dust.
Lauren OliverGod bless Dunkin' Donuts.
Lauren OliverMots clés happiness donuts coffe
Just for that moment, I feel as though I belong here.
Lauren OliverMots clés belonging
It is as though he has just recognized me. Then his eyes continue to sweep, and my heart comes hammering back to my ribs. I'm just being paranoid.
Lauren OliverMots clés paranoia
An eye for an eye." "And the whole world goes blind," Coral puts in quietly.
Lauren OliverMots clés revenge
When he speaks again, I can tell that he's smiling. "So I guess we saved each other.
Lauren OliverThe sky is stained pink and purple, and the shadows are thick, stark brush strokes on the ground. But the air is still warm, and several trees are crowned with tiny green leaves.
I like seeing the Wilds this way: skinny, naked, not yet clothed in spring. But reaching, too, grasping and growing, full of want and a thirst for sun that gets slaked a little bit more every day. Soon the Wilds will explode, drunk and vibrant.
Mots clés wilds
My mother had soft hands that smelled like soap, and a smile like the first bit of sunlight creeping over a trimmed lawn.
Lauren OliverShe deserved an angel, and I wanted to be hers.
Lauren OliverIf you cross a line and nothing happens, the line loses meaning...
You keep drawing a line farther and farther away, crossing it every time. That's how people end up stepping off the edge of the earth.
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