A turmoil of winds rushed around him, spiraling up in to the air: he was thinking.
Reading always calmed me down: filling my head with other – made up – people’s problems and conflicts made my own seem less terrible, less real.
You will do as you are told the second you are told to do it. Is that clear?”I’m not six mother, I think I can grasp standard sentences.’ Whether I chose to pay attention to them however…
At least it would have been perfect, if it wasn’t for my mother.
I loved him, more than anything else in the world and that when he was away it was hard to breath and that I couldn’t go through a single second without thinking about him.
Well, most people would have said `thank you’ after they’d been given help, and then I would have responded to that with `you’re welcome’. I figured we’d skip straight to my part since social graces aren’t your forte.
He could never care about you. He sees you in the same way they see all of us: ruthless, cruel and power hungry.” He laughed callously. “I guess we’re about to prove them right.
Your powers don’t work in the rain do they? A little bit of water and your fire fizzles out? So Little Miss Perfect does have a weakness after all!
I felt as though a large knot of flames had been lit in my stomach, making me feel nauseous and excited all at once
I’m a Helian, and you’re an Arcan. We’re just made that way. I don’t think we would ever be able to really understand each other.
The hero was the sort of character you could feel yourself falling in love with, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that he wasn’t real
It was exactly the sort of thing I needed to be reading that afternoon: a story where, no matter how bad things got, you knew everything was going to turn out fine in the end.
I don’t know if it was the cold sincerity in my voice or the shock of being straddled by a wild, mud covered woman, but he didn’t try to argue. “Give me your ring. Now.
They’re terrified of us Firefly, all of them are.””Well, good,” I replied, forming a tiny ball of flames in my fingertips, which were curled round the handle on the back of the bike. “They should be.
We were the only humans – the only forms of life, in fact – for hundreds of miles in each direction, unreaching and unreachable as we rocketed back towards civilisation.