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“You are a wonderful creation. You know more than you think you know, just as you know less as you want to know.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorain Gray

“Good. Because I want to make myself abundantly clear.” We’re so close. I can feel the entire length of his body covering mine. He teases me with the lightest brush of his lips against my ear as he drops his voice and holds me captive. “You are not the pawn, Mira. You are the prize.”
― Elsie Silver, The Front Runner

“What are you doing?” One hand on his hip, he holds the drill up to me like I’ve just asked the most obvious question in the world. “Building a shelter.” My brow wrinkles as I hear him confirm what Billie and Mira guessed. “I thought you hated horses?” “I don’t hate horses.” Pippy snorts and bats her eyelashes at him. Another one down, apparently. “Okay. You said you don’t like horses.” “Yup.” He grunts as he turns his back on me and crouches down to line up two boards. “But I like you.”
― Elsie Silver, A Photo Finish

“Sure is,” I spit out, letting a little venom seep into my voice. Because how dare he? There’s a kind way to let a girl down, and it isn’t by letting her constantly check her phone like a desperate teenager hoping that the cute boy she’s obsessed with might text her. For months.”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Card