Sandra

“I liked thinking of Coley as something I’d discovered, a treasure hidden among the palm trees and the thick, weedy grasses of north Florida. I liked imagining, problematic as it was, that I was the only one who saw all his facets: his playfulness, his youthfulness, the fever with which he worked, and above all else, that careful, never-ceasing brain.”
― Travis Beaudoin, Too Like the Lightning

“Vana's smile is exactly why Daromir needs to brush up on his poetry, fast. Because the way Vana looks right now, and the way Daromir feels?
Daromir needs metaphors for this.”
― Tavia Lark, Prince and Bodyguard

“Someone—I was too tipsy to remember who, but some poet or philosopher or something—once said that when we look at the stars, we think we’re looking at the universe. Really, though, we are the universe, looking at itself. I”
― Travis Beaudoin, Too Like the Lightning

“Coley,” I said with a sigh. “You’re very sweet. You’re…” I swallowed, then committed. “You’re very…attractive. Sexy. You’re sexy. And I appreciate the attention. But I gave up pining over straight boys way back in college.” He didn’t seem to move, but somehow the pressure against me grew greater. “Andrew,” he said. “You idiot. Who the hell told you I was a straight boy?”
― Travis Beaudoin, Too Like the Lightning