Sometimes, as we’re stumbling along in the dark, we hit something good.
I look up to say something but he puts his finger to my lips and whispers, “Don’t talk. You’ll just spoil my fantasy of rescuing an innocent damsel in distress as soon as you open your mouth.
In the long second before everyone absorbs what just happened, I see the angel rolling his eyes heavenward, like a teenager in the presence of overwhelming lameness. Some people just have no sense of gratitude.
If we get separated there’s not much hope of us ever meeting anywhere, but I need to keep up the pretense of hope because that may be all we have.
His pupils dilate when he sees me. His lips part as he momentarily forgets to marshal his expression, and I could swear he stops breathing for several heartbeats.
When a man in purple and screaming pink stares at you, you know it’s time to change your appearance.
You should be with a nice human boy. One who takes your orders and puts up with your demands. Someone who dedicates his life to keeping you safe and well fed. Someone who can make you happy. Someone you can be proud of.
We’re at war.On the verge of an apocalypse filled with monsters and torture in a nightmare world.And I’m standing here, a moonstruck teenager pining for an enemy soldier. What am I, crazy?This time, I’m the first to turn away.
The only thing that matters in the end is your own survival. It’s what humans and cockroaches are best at.
If I’m super lucky, I might be able to fight him off and maybe even the warrior after him, but it’s not a long-term survival strategy. By long-term, I mean the next ten minutes.We’re screwed.
The right thing is a luxury for rich and sheltered people. For the rest of us, the only right thing is staying out of trouble and surviving as best we can.
Just this once,’ he says almost more to himself than to me. ‘Just one moment.’ Then he leans down and kisses me.
But I realize now that the toughest choices, the ones that will haunt us for the rest of our lives, are ones that my mom is still sheltering me from.
Here and there, plumes of dark smoke reach into the sky like the fingers of a drowning man reaching up for the last time.
That’s crazy,” I say”In case you hadn’t noticed, the whole world has gone crazy. It’s time to adapt or die.””By throwing crazy at crazy?
Nothing short of the end of the world would get our eco-conscious techies to toss their latest gadgets onto the street.
Of course she’s right. How bad are things when your clinically insane mother is more rational than you are?
Big words from a guy who’s trussed up like a turkey. What are you going to do, wobble over here like an upside- down turtle to snap me in half?””The logistics of breaking you are easy. The only question is when.