Tallulah Lucy

“His face is close to mine and he's radiating heat. I can't look at him because if I do I'm afraid I'll snuggle into him.
He tilts up my chin. His eyes are filled with concern. "Are you angry?"
It's not anger that's pumping through me. The feeling is kind of like that first glass of whiskey. It burns in my chest, warms my stomach, makes me a bit queasy.”
― Tallulah Lucy, Keyflame

“The smell of paper is comforting and the books absorb the sound of the traffic outside. I feel like I'm back in the school library, taking refuge from the popular girls who'd tease me about how pale and strange I was. Familiar friends sit on these shelves, many boasting new jackets in the latest styles. I say hello and silently apologise to the few that are now wearing movie poster covers. No book deserves that.”
― Tallulah Lucy, Keyflame

“We're on the highway!" Jess reports after a few minutes. "What lane should I be in?"
"The slow one."
"Which one is that?"
As far as rescue efforts go, we're less like Charlie's Angels and more like something Rowan Atkinson would star in. Someone hoots and speeds around us.
"The other one," I suggest.
Jess indicates and changes lanes with a little yelp.”
― Tallulah Lucy, Keyflame

“He smiles. His cheeks dimple and he ducks his chin and laughs. The sound flushes through me like hot chocolate. It's light glinting off water, a forest pool. It's the sound of me losing my heart.”
― Tallulah Lucy, Keyflame