When Amelia turned fourteen, everyone assured her that she'd find her fairy soon. Almost all girls did. You'd find a fairy, a beautiful little fairy, and catch her. via Pocket
Farren opened the door to the bailiffs and let them in. They pushed into the apartment wordlessly, and began to itemise her former life, ticking boxes on clipboards while they opened drawers and rifled shelves. via Pocket
The trees in this part of the Dragonwood are thin and lanky, like growing boys, like her own willowy limbs, but Lina has no interest in the trees, or young men, or the body that conveys her, stomping feet falling where they will. via Pocket
There is a city where the outer walls shift and entrances dance away, so that a passerby might think they are merely approaching from the wrong side. via Pocket
By the third time Patricia lost a finger, everyone knew better than to raise a fuss. Her family hadn't always been this calm. When the first finger, a knuckle's-worth of her left pinky, had fallen plumply into her dinner salad, there had been an eno…
When the intercom on his desk buzzed, Marc's head snapped up, instantly awake. He'd been dozing in his chair. His finger stabbed the button that told the boss he was on his way. He stood up and straightened his rumpled gray suit before glancing at h…