I don't know what I expected.
No, I'm lying. I know what I wanted.
This Army of Light was mine. I had summoned it. I had DRAWN it.
Could I have stopped it? I don't know.
The truth is, I didn't want to.
I didn't throw the paper away.
Maybe I should have.
Oh, the things you know in retrospect.
...She'd drawn the moment of her death.
No. NO. She'd DRAWN herself to death.
What's the point of not taking chances? I don't know if I could stand living my whole life afraid.
Ilsa J. BickSo I need the story, Jenna. I need the truth.
Right, like the two are the same thing.
It was, come to think of it, a little like a kinder, gentler Psycho-Dad making one of his command decisions. Exactly the same, only without all the fuss and blood.
Ilsa J. BickTag: jenna mr-anderson
The grief in her green eyes slips then hardens and, for an instant, Pendleton sees the woman she has become and has no right being, not at sixteen.
Ilsa J. BickShe's got the kind of ethereal, unselfconscious beauty some young girls possess that breaks your heart. Or theirs.
Ilsa J. BickThis is a fairy tale with teeth and claws.
Ilsa J. BickTag: jenna
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