4 Quotes by Anna Silver

The Houselands. Graveyard to the oneswho got locked out. A chill ran up London’s spine. What the hellwere they doing?

All this. They have all this, and what do we get? Walls and tickets and concrete and stink. Rations and hopelessness and rage. I hate them,” she said, the malice in her words like the lingering taste of a bad kiss.

Treasure the journey, BE the destination.

It wasn’t her first kiss, but it was the first one that mattered.