Killman Creek (Stillhouse Lake, #2)

by Rachel Caine

A petty kind of power is still power.

wonder what Connor sees. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t sleep. When you sleep, you give up the choice to control memory.

When I’m feeling uncomfortable, I attack.

Defence Mechanism

cruelty is fine in the right context.

My trust isn’t contagious.

I’ve practiced the art of evade, attack, escape for years now in my head, and I’ve trained for it.

Illegal detention wouldn’t do him any favors, and he’s smart enough to know I can’t be buffaloed into thinking he’s got cause.

I want comfort. I crave safety. And I know that seeking that in the arms of another man—even Sam—is dangerous. My safety has to be found within myself.

I’m glad I made a copy and put it up in cloud storage.

Dummy!

The area where we stand was a parking lot once, but it’s long surrendered to the assault of weeds, grass, and weather.

Good line

hackles

“I believe this is an escalation of their ability to fake evidence.

Wild

“If I’m already dead to the people I love, I might as well die for them.”

Now this is selfless.

I’m too broken to be broken anymore.

Sad

But the past never leaves us. It’s in every breath, every cell, every second. I know that now.

True.

He’s always let me lean on him, and I have never deserved that grace. I don’t deserve it now.

But instead he’s sitting with me in the freezing, icy night, watching as Gwen is abducted.

Ohhhh

I’m the weirdo

I know he's just a boy but could Connor/Brady be any more stupid?

“Am I stupid, Boot?”

Yes!!!!!

Nightmares aren’t frightening once you wake up. Memories are.

Rage is better than fear. Always.