"If a guy shoved his phone number into your pocket around me, I'd rip his fucking throat out and yet you're standing there, unbothered and ready for fucking class?"
“It does,” he admits, before nodding at her attire. “And yet,” he says with an impish grin, “you strike me as someone not easily restrained. Aut viam invenium aut faciam, and so on.”
She does not know Latin yet, and he does not offer a translation, but a decade from now, she will look up the words, and learn their meaning.
To find a way, or make your own.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
She does not know Latin yet, and he does not offer a translation, but a decade from now, she will look up the words, and learn their meaning.
To find a way, or make your own.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“You move among them like a ghost,” he says, his forehead bowing against hers, “because you are not one of them. You cannot live like them. You cannot love like them. You cannot belong with them.”
His mouth hovers over her own, his voice dropping to nothing but a breeze.
“You belong to me.”
There is a sound like thunder in the back of his throat.
“With me.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
His mouth hovers over her own, his voice dropping to nothing but a breeze.
“You belong to me.”
There is a sound like thunder in the back of his throat.
“With me.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“I saw an Elephant, in Paris.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“Whenever Addie feels herself forgetting, she presses her ear to his bare chest and listens for the drum of life, the drawing of breath, and hears only the woods at night, the quiet hush of summer. A reminder that he is a lie, that his face and his flesh are simply a disguise.
That he is not human, and this is not love.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
That he is not human, and this is not love.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
“I will simply go where it is dark again.” Addie rises, goes to the window, and draws the curtains closed, plunging the room back into lightless black. “There,” she says, feeling her way back to him. “Now it is dark again.” Luc laughs, a soft, beautiful sound, and pulls her down into the bed.”
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
― The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
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