Amanda Morrow

“Emmy, if there's one thing you need to know about life, it's never to trust anyone or anything. Life is a fucking mind game and you and I are the pawns.”
― Jessica Sorensen, Ember

“It doesn't matter much anyway. I haven't slept well since he left. I can't dream. In some ways, that's the hardest part of having him gone."
I understand. "Because if you can't dream you can't pretend that he's still here.”
― Ally Condie, Reached

“It's always the accent that drives you American women crazy. I'd no idea you fancied it, too…” he trailed off.
“Oooh, fancied it. Say more like that,” I begged, smiling into the pillow.
“Like what, Grace?”
“Talk British to me,” I whispered, only half joking.
“Dustbins.”
“More,” I encouraged.
“Crumpets.”
“More!” I demanded.
“Knickers.”
If I could hear Jack Hamilton say a second word for the rest of my life, it would be knickers.
“Say put another shrimp on the barbie!” I cried.
“Grace, that's Australian,” he chided.
“Say it!”
“Fine. Put another shrimp on the barbie. Bloody hell,” he muttered.
“Aaaahhhhhhh!” I screamed into the phone.”
― Alice Clayton, The Unidentified Redhead

“Asher taps his fingers on his lips and I catch Amy licking her own as she eyes his mouth. "What exactly are Rocky Mountain Oysters?" he asks her.

I restrain a laugh as Amy's face twists in confusion.

"Well...I think they're kind of meat. I'm not sure what kind, but I like them." She presses the end of the pen against her chin.

I shake my head at Asher. "You don't want those. Trust me.”
― Jessica Sorensen, Ember X