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When she was tired or nervous her irises often jumped back and forth uncontrollably, as though she were being shaken,
He drank her in with his eyes as though the very sight of her were delightful.
feels as though this place belongs to her alone,
white fish
Pale crickets
the joy of discovery stokes in her a boldness she has never felt in the world above.
More and more often she takes refuge in sleep, the darkness of her closed eyes blending seamlessly with the darkness of her waking hours.
Maybe they have never seen the sun in their whole lives and their skin is as white as hers.
even if he had had the full power of his lungs he would not have had the breath to list them
The man Effie would work for—an archaeologist named Otto Freyn—had a face filled to bursting with aimless ambition. It puffed his plump cheeks, gave a slight glow to his skin, and forced his fair hair into childish ringlets no matter how short he cut it.
what memory he had was an overgrown jungle in which Hindu temples and Arthurian chalices and even the beloved Ancient Peoples of the Southern Americas were similarly lost among the luxuriant creepers of his far-flung learning.
He imagined within the desert a forest of fulgurites, their branched arms reaching toward the sky, beckoning the lightning down like a multitude of snakes beseeching their charmer. When
The firelight turned her hair bronze and threw golden flickers across her face that made her look like some kind of mysterious woodland spirit, and the sun set over the lake in a burst of pink and orange.
Say Yes to Everything, he told himself, but what he wanted to say yes to was eight hours of sleep.
Terri wasn’t worried about being eaten by wolves. Terri was living in the moment.
The world outside the tent was exactly what she had come here looking for, a place that transcended the lives they had both left behind in Seattle, and it had somehow consumed her.
“Start with yourself,” she says. “That works for most of you.”
Her words shift within her like nervous birds. They long to go winging, and one loud noise will send the whole flock exploding outward, past the paltry gate of her tongue, into the world from whence they cannot be reclaimed.
She was the kind of girl who could be your best friend one minute and ridicule you without mercy the next.
After a while, you put your effort into learning not to see them while you looked right at them, into singing songs in your head so you didn’t hear them scream.
We had killed babies and soldiers, had
Until today, I have never missed my old self, the self that could be abducted, bullied, raped, made to marry a man for whom I had no feelings but dread and hatred. I have rejoiced many times in the death of that girl, but now my mother looks at me in the mirror and I know that’s who she is looking for.
“Yeah, well. Last I heard, she was living in Naples with her sons and her grandkids, and all I got is a daughter who won’t talk to me and a crazy teenage runaway who sulks around the attic all day. And still no motorcycle. So I guess the joke’s on me.”
identical triplets one in two million, fraternal septuplets one in every four million,
Del licks the salt off her fries but
