70 Quotes by Rysa Walker

I’m not delusional, Aaron. I know he’s nearly six feet tall. Deo’s not a little kid to anyone but me. But I held him when he cried. When he was a little kid. I promised him I’d keep the monsters away. That I wouldn’t let anyone else hurt him. I promised. And now—” I stop and pull in several deep breaths. I don’t want to lose it again like I did this morning. “It makes me so angry!

You can skip the part in the middle where he goes off on a tangent about how the Delphi psychics contacted the Grand Duchess Anastasia while on these drugs. Pretty sure she’d have been dead by then—” “Never stopped me.” He pauses for a moment. “That’s . . . true. Very good point.

Whenever a stray thought about Aaron, Taylor, or their relationship with Molly wanders into view, I push it into the folder near the back wall so that I can quickly shove them away from Dacia’s prying eyes. I visualize that inner wall as an impenetrable fortress, surrounded by a force field, encased in a Cone of Silence, and covered by a Cloak of Invisibility.

And then the light turns into a snake, and I turn into a snake, although I’m pretty sure those last two are due more to my choice of bedtime reading than to Molly’s memories.

But I’m still too wound up to sleep. So I browse through the audiobooks on the intranet, hoping I’ll find the one I’m looking for. It’s there. Order of the Phoenix. I skip to Chapter Twenty-One and forward to a section near the end. Hermione is accusing Ron of having the “emotional range of a teaspoon.” I wonder if Aaron is in the car now, listening to the same thing. And then I shove that thought into the folder with the others.

Shut up!” Dacia digs her nails into my skin. “You do not do the talking. I do not need you to tell me about your other phantom . . .” She waves her hands, like she can’t find the word. “The dead-in-your-head people.

Unfortunately, I’ll need to watch them again at some point, because my mind keeps straying back to reality. I envy Deo’s ability to lose himself in fantasy for a while. That type of break seems almost as useful as sleep for keeping stress at bay, and I’ve never really mastered it.

Didn’t anyone ever teach you why it’s a bad idea to make assumptions?” He raises his eyebrows, waiting for an answer. Oh, dear God. Does he really think that joke is original or witty? “It makes an ass out of you and me.”“I see you’re both smart and pretty.” He laughs and settles into another smile. That’s the one he thinks is sexy. The smile he practices in the mirror.

Don’t even think it. Move all the way back. Both of you. On your stomachs, hands behind your heads. Now!” Yeah, it’s straight out of NCIS. I guess Mom’s crush on that Gibbs guy came in handy.