Veronica LaRoche

“Junco, I did save your life. Ya had a bad concussion. It was a mistake to fall asleep. I was just tryin' ta help when I brought ya out of it."
This revelation jolts me out of my trance and I fight to shake off my weariness to get this story straight. "Wait," I say as I painfully push my body back up into a half-sitting position. "What? You were touching me when I was sleeping?"
He squirms a little at my tone. "No, look, it wasn't like that. You weren't sleeping, you were unconscious – I just – wrapped ya in my wings so I could bring ya back up."
"You were touching me." It's a statement this time, not a question. "In my sleep."
"Look, I saved your life, for Christ's sake!”
― J.A. Huss, Clutch

“I'm in love with you," he said quietly.

"Augustus," I said.

"I am," he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. "I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“So I’m alone. I have no one. Is that what you’re telling me?” - Junco, Range (to be published April 2013)”
― J.A. Huss

“Shit, who the hell am I kidding? Ronin Flynn's hands on my ass feel spectacular.”
― J.A. Huss