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305 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 31, 2015





My muscles feel fluid again, my toes and fingers working in finely tuned coordination. That leaves the damage no one can see, the demons that no one can tame with operations or physical therapy."
Her accent reminds me of every gritty mob movie ever set in this town. In a subtle yet more immediate way, it reminds me of Colin.
"Colin!" I scream until the pain in my throat matches the agony everywhere else. "Colin!"
"...don't expect much after Mermaidia."
"Please!" they beg
"Okay, okay," he teases.
"While he heads in that direction with our food, I fill two cups with lemonade and grab five packets of salt, which would clog a horse's arteries."
"Our eyes meet at the same time."
“Now everyone knows my secret. Everyone knows that I’m not ready. I’m not even OK. I’m still in that lake, searching for rescue.”Avery’s emotions are palpable and Ms. Kells shows how her ongoing response to this devastating experience impacts every area of her life, but I was happy to see the continued theme is in fact survival. She survived the crash, she survived the Rocky Mountains, but the question is if she will survive the very emotional journey of life following trauma.
"Of course not, I want to scream. That day was all of my worst fears wrapped into one harrowing moment of fear, pain and loss. It was about my old life and the new, the before and the after. Before I watched two hundred people scream and cry and pray to a god that had deserted them. Before my trust in air travel crashed and burned in an icy lake, shattering my ability to feel safe anywhere."
A bit predictable and far-fetched at times, but a fast, easy read that I zoomed right through and enjoyed nonetheless. Look forward to more from this new author.
This is who I am now. Damaged. Traumatized. Lost.
Sometimes I wonder if I really survived anything.
˚˖𓍢ִִ໋˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚. ❝ The false promises of survival plagued him for months, the certainty of death right on the horizon. ❞
₊˚ʚ ₊˚✧ ゚. ❝ Listen to me. You aren’t going to die.”
“We aren’t going to die."
Everything around us falls away. There is only him, just like we were on the plane. Arms wrapped around our knees, heads turned toward each other. Only you. ❞
𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ❝ Avery—”
“Don’t say it. Not now.” I whisper against his lips, “Not ever.”
“I won’t,” he says, his voice breaking as he removes my gloves. He fumbles with them—the left, then the right, and then his own, until it’s just us, skin touching skin, my hands in his. He’s warm, so warm. He rests his forehead against mine, and for a rare, stolen moment, it feels like we’re breathing for each other. ❞