Keepsake (True North, #3)

by Sarina Bowen

I would smile and act normal for as long as it took. Until acting normal seemed normal again, and the dragons in my heart forgot to blow their fire.

But my subconscious had learned some new tricks this year. It learned fear. And I didn’t know how to make it forget that lesson

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I’m not so sure about religion myself. Maybe I’m a jerk for saying that, seeing as I did some heavy-duty bargaining with God recently.”

“There’s a saying—there are no atheists in foxholes. But I’ve never been a good believer

virginity is just a construct invented by men to subjugate women.”

Look at the heavens and see; And behold the clouds—they are higher than you.

I think I’d managed to burn through all our mutual terror already. We’d moved on to a place where the worst had already happened, and all there was to do now was pick up the pieces.

Sometimes the end of a stage in your life doesn’t announce itself with trumpets or fireworks. Sometimes it just seeps in, like the smell of snow on the air as fall gives way to winter