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Crash understood. Finally, he understood. And he was horrified by the choices Summer had been forced to make. Summer would do anything he could for Sky. He’d just run out of options. If Crash had known all this four years ago, perhaps things would have been different. But he didn’t, and they weren’t. All they had was right now, this moment. This was all they could change.

'Finish your sandwich, drink your beer, and enjoy the scenery. We’ll be home in twenty minutes, and believe me, mate, you're not going to know what’s hit you.’

‘That’s alright, Sir. I've been hit loads of times before.’

Silas’ smile vanished, to be replaced by sympathy. ‘Ach, you poor lad,’ he said. ‘But, that ain’t what I meant. Those days, Mr. Blaze, are over.’

‘I've never had a proper bath.’
Silas tapped his knee in the manner of a friend who meant no harm, only support. ‘Here’s what me mam called serving up a steaming bowl of this is how it’s going to be. We're taking you home and you're going to have a bath and shave. We got clothes for you and a place for you to stay tonight. Tomorrow, you’re going to your new home and your life ain’t never going to be the same.’

‘So, Mr. Blaze,’ Silas said. ‘What d’you want to ask first?’
‘Was your coachman wearing a skirt?’
Silas roared with laughter. ‘Did you hear that, Mrs N?’ he called up through the trap.
‘I did, and very improper I’d be without it.’
‘Don't look so pudding-faced.’ Silas slapped his hand across Dalston’s knee. ‘Mrs. Norwood’s our housekeeper. You're in good hands now, Mr. Blaze, and we’re going to look after you.’

"Aubrey! Security didn't want to let me in. We need a safe word ...
uh ... I mean, a password ... or ... whatever!"

🤣🤭🤣 LMAO!!!

He couldn’t move, could only stare into the terrified boy’s eyes, thinking he’d never been this close to someone with such unusual, startling eyes—almost golden—and Christopher felt as if he’d caught a fairy or some other magical creature who, upon being captured, would perhaps screw his eyes shut and hold his breath and just… disappear, leaving Christopher holding a pile of dirty clothes.

Crash's story ... 😣
can I handle it?

“I don’t know how to process this, Adam.”
“I don’t have any answers. Strictly between you and me, we’re taking another hard look at Agent Stallings. A hard look at everyone who had access to the scene of the accident prior to my arrival. But so far, we’ve gotten nowhere. And as you know, this happened over a year ago.”
“Something isn’t right,” she said.
Hassler stared at her, his hard eyes troubled.
“No shit."

The sun had dropped behind the cliffs, the coolness of evening upon the town. There were things he needed to do—find Beverly, find the EMTs, recover his personal belongings—but all he wanted was to curl up in bed in a dark room. Sleep off the pain. The confusion. And the base emotion underlying it all that was getting harder to ignore.

Terror.

The strengthening sense that something was very, very wrong.

Wanted to read this before watching the Netflix flick. It's really well-done and I can see why it was made into a film. Hope the film does the book justice! This is a highly recommended read!

Two vodka cranberries and a plate of nachos, and all I’d decided was to get a dog. It was a start, I guess. I sighed and propped my chin in my hand. I thought about my sterile apartment and the six plants I’d killed. I probably needed a robust dog. The canine equivalent of a cactus.

Then I saw the article. It was only worthy of lining a bird cage. Resolved to line my bird cage with it. Resolved to buy a bird, just to line its cage with that crappy article. Written by Phillip Nichols. I hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting the fuckwit reporter yet, but the moment I did, there was room for the man in my basement freezer. And never mind that my apartment didn’t have a basement. I’d build one.

I am richer than any viscount will ever be, because I have my music, friends, and most of all, I have you. I will go now and look at the stars from the deck. It is freezing out there and makes my eyes water, but I don't mind. Every tear now is a tear of joy, because every revolution of the ship’s engine and every dip into the waves brings me closer to you.

Soon, I will once again live where I love.

Jasper

Every day I wake up, I cannot believe how lucky I am. For James and Harvey to rescue me from Kingsclere. For His Lordship to treat me like someone special. For Sir Arthur to tutor me, and to have friends like Mr Andrej. But most of all, how lucky I have been to find you. We have so many days ahead, Billy, I sometimes feel that I have been too lucky, and I wonder what I have ever done to deserve such fortune.

‘Give it to him. Your life is worth more to me than the inheritance.’

‘And there we have it,’ the count mocked. ‘Your weakness for your boys is your downfall, Clearwater.’

‘Friendship is no weakness,’ Archer said. ‘But it is something you will never know. No fortune can buy you love, Movileşti, and I would rather live a penniless man than see any of my friends harmed.’

‘Tire’s off,’ Silas said. ‘What now?’

‘Give us that.’ Billy took the wheel, now threaded onto the pole, and spun it before letting it slip off the end and giving it back to Silas. ‘Perfect. James? Pass that bottle up to your other half, will you?’

‘What’s this for?’ Thomas eyed the bottle with suspicion.

‘If you’ll pardon the expression,’ Billy said, climbing a set of steps. ‘It’s for greasing your shaft.’

Does August see how others see him. Has he gotten so good at pretending not to see that it doesn’t bother him? When he looks in the mirror, does he see the Auggie Mom and Dad see, or the Auggie everyone else sees? Does he see another August, someone in his dreams behind the misshapen head and face? Does he see himself as he might have looked without that single gene that caused the catastrophe of his face?

It’s okay, I know I’m weird-looking, take a look, I don’t bite. Hey, the truth is, if a Wookiee started going to the school all of a sudden, I’d be curious, I’d probably stare a bit! If I was walking with Jack or Summer, I’d probably whisper to them: Hey, there’s the Wookiee. And if the Wookiee caught me saying that, he’d know I wasn’t trying to be mean. I was just pointing out the fact that he’s a Wookiee.

‘What you say?’ he asked.

‘Oh, I said thank you very much, you are very kind, and I would think about it, but the decision was easier for me. I would have to leave Billy. I would miss Mr. Wright, Mrs. Norwood and you… Oh, I would be in the same city as you, and that would be nice, but… I will say no. Because my friends, my life, and my family are at Larkspur Hall and Clearwater House, and that is all I need.’

The phone had another tizzy on the nightstand, and I grabbed it. I scrubbed at my eyes as I answered. “What’s up, Chevy?”

“Tell me you love me,” she said. Instead of, you know, hello. Like most sane people.

“I love you,” I said obediently as I glanced at the time. Seven o’clock. My, my. Satan liked his helpers up early. “Now what the hell do you want?”

“I hit him with a lamp. I was able to get free and I ran. I took off. He’s still in jail, isn’t he?”

“Yes.” I knew I should’ve punched that fucker in the face when I had the chance. I know they say violence begets violence but sometimes a good ass kicking to someone who really deserves it just begets a good night’s sleep. It wasn’t a Confucius-worthy quote but it was a philosophy I could certainly get behind.