I had learned how to leave a place behind without leaving a piece of myself along with it, but more important, I had taught myself how to be detached. I never joined teams or clubs, and I doubted my picture appeared in a single yearbook.
I was, in a way, a ghost: no one could prove I had ever existed once I physically left a location.
Who cares what other people think? Don't let the opinions of others define you.
Mara PurnhagenYou could have all the crazy thoughts you wanted, as long as you smiled and kept them to yourself.
Mara PurnhagenMots clés crazy charlotte past-midnight
I wanted someone to gaze at me that way, someone to share a truly incredible moment with. I wondered how long I would have to wait.
Mara PurnhagenI didn't avoid my problems. I just didn't feel as though I had to focus on them every minute of every day. And telling people about certain aspects of my life would only create trouble. If I was guilty of anything, it was of trying not to bring new problems into my life. That wasn't avoidance. That was logical thinking.
Mara PurnhagenMots clés avoidance
Dad stepped forward. "Mr. Zelden, I'm Patrick Silver."
Zelden Frowned. “It’s Doctor Zelden, if you don’t mind. I do hold a doctorate in theology, you know.”
Dad gave him a stiff smile. “Of course.”
Both my parents held doctorates in psychology, but they never referred to themselves as doctors. They said that title should be reserved for people who could actually save lives, not just write a thesis.
The Watcher. The Watcher of what? Of teenage girls forced to spend their holiday break filming cable TV specials?
Mara PurnhagenAnd while people claimed to be creeped out, their smiles suggested that none of this was truly scary. It was like going to see a horror movie with a big group of friends: it was fun to be frightened, but when you were part of a large, noisy group, you knew nothing sinister was going to happen.
Mara PurnhagenAvery turned and smiled. “There’s a huge party tonight, and you’re invited. We’re celebrating New Year’s in style.”
I looked down at my sling. “I don’t know. Navy-blue nylon isn’t exactly a trend.
[Zelden] turned to me. “Wait here. Inform Marcus that we will be setting up in the first-floor kitchen. I believe it may function as a portal to the other realm.”
“The demons crawl out of the oven,” Annalise whispered to me as she passed.
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