from The St. Ambrose School for Girls by Jessica Ward (aetabooks):
The attractive are often agents of the very thing that blesses them: stewardesses coming down the aisle with rolling carts of collateral damage.
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from The St. Ambrose School for Girls by Jessica Ward (aetabooks):
The attractive are often agents of the very thing that blesses them: stewardesses coming down the aisle with rolling carts of collateral damage.
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from Boys in the Valley by Philip Fracassi (aetabooks):
He’d been quiet, reclusive. David had always thought of him as distant and, quite frankly, strange. Consciously or unconsciously, he’d kept a wide berth of the boy, as had most of the others. A wallflower, yeah, but poisonous to the touch.
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from Looking Glass Sound by Catriona Ward (aetabooks):
Writers are monsters, really. We eat everything we see.
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from Revelator by Daryl Gregory (aetabooks):
Let’s just say it’s two parts science and one part mystery.
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from The Writing Retreat by Julia Bartz (aetabooks):
“Now you’re dead, trapped in the underworld. You feel empty, stuck. And you know what? It’s actually the most powerful place to be. You need only reach out to the pain and grab it, use it. But if you don’t?”
Her expression turned mournful.
“Well, then you stay dead."
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from Penpal by Dathan Auerbach (aetabooks):
Our lives are so short that it seems a crime to squander any of it by forgetting. Memories extend our lives backward through time, making them feel longer. And that’s what we want. So we try to remember. But sometimes, when we do, we wish that we could just forget again.
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from Scorpion by Christian Cantrell (aetabooks):
Arguing with someone you love is a form of hubris—a kind of baseless, arrogant confidence that you have so much control over your future and so much time ahead of you that you can afford to squander an entire day of emotional connection, or an hour, or even one goddamn minute.
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from Scorpion by Christian Cantrell (aetabooks):
Luxury is a type of meta-diversion designed to help us forget about all the things we had to do in order to obtain it in the first place.
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ejecta (aetawords):
(geology) Material which has been ejected, especially from a volcano or an impact crater.
from Followers by Megan Angelo (aetabooks):
More than anything else — to be an author, to have a boyfriend, to learn how it felt to breathe without being forty thousand dollars in debt — she wanted the answer to the question. She was living in the before of something, and she was getting tired of it. The dangerous thing about the way she felt, Orla knew, was that she didn’t know exactly what she wanted to happen, and she didn’t care that she didn’t know. Almost any change would do.
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from Followers by Megan Angelo (aetabooks):
Orla began the strenuous mental exercise of trying to come up with a restaurant that was inexpensive, close enough to walk to, and stocked with normal bread baskets, not focaccia or olive loaf or anything that might make her mother say, derisively, “Ooh la la.” Ten minutes later: “Ooh la la,” Gayle said as the waitress set down the bread basket. Orla sighed. “But it’s just rolls.” Gayle pointed at the dish next to the basket, which, instead of wrapped pats of butter, held a pool of oil and herbs for dipping.
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from The Couples Trip by Ulf Kvensler (aetabooks):
It’s not that I’m unhappy in our apartment, but I have sometimes wondered whether my yearning for nature and the mountains is heightened by a need to escape from digital numbers and buttons and menus and things that beep and efficient little electric motors that hum away discreetly.
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from Boys in the Valley by Philip Fracassi (aetabooks):
Be careful you don’t confuse evil with despair. One reason tragedy exists is to teach us how to help others, help others learn how to find a way through their own dark time, through a journey of growth.
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From The Ferryman by Justin Cronin (aetabooks):
For my father, reality’s gentle rain has become a bombardment.
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From Interview With the Vampire by Anne Rice (aetabooks):
People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don’t know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.
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from The Awkward Age by Francesca Segal (aetabooks):
He was waiting out his father’s disappointment as if it was a rainstorm and he happily settled in the window of a café with a newspaper and a hot chocolate, nowhere special to be. The squall would pass and he would venture back into the pale, clean-washed sunshine.
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deke (aetawords):
Canadian English. (ice hockey) A feint, fake, or other move made by the player with the puck to deceive a goaltender or defenceman. To avoid, go around, or dodge an object, person, or conversation topic; often by using trickery.
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