One of us...
One of them...
One of us...
One of them...
A rhythm playing like train wheels on a circular track -- never ending but going nowhere.
How dare you both sit there and criticize and condemn me?
Malorie BlackmanHe thought astrology was a load of bosh! Didn't believe in stars and planets telling his fortune or anyone else's.
Malorie BlackmanHe loved to draw. Animals pouncing mostly. And trees. Always lone trees in black landscapes.
Malorie BlackmanAnd round and round and round. Why couldn't I get past the letter? Like poison id had seeped into every image and every memory I kept of Callum, polluting them until I couldn't tell which was real and what was just wishful thinking any more. Until at last, I was forced to face the inescapable fact that, for whatever reason, Callum had written the letter.
Malorie BlackmanA backup plan means somewhere in my head, I think I might fail and that word is not in my vocabulary. Plus I'm too talented to fail.
Malorie BlackmanThe truth isn't going to bend itself to suit you.
Malorie BlackmanSometimes the things you're convinced you don't want turn out to be the thing you need the most in this world.
Malorie BlackmanDid you love Melanie?" asked Adam unexpectedly.
There was no pause before I shook my head.
"That's a shame," said Adam.
"Why?"
"Well, someone as special as your daughter should've been... made with love.
Five years off my life...
I wondered with a wry smile, would people be immortal if they didn't have kids?
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