Awry Quotes

“How did you kill the Ashman in the forest last year?”
“I shot him with an arrow.”
“What kind of arrow?”
“A sharp one.”
Nate rolled his eyes. “Really, dude? A sharp one?”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“I'm going to kill you." Gabriel pointed at Tristan.
"For what?" Tristan raised a brow at his twin. "It's not like I asked Scarlet to come lie on top of me. I woke up and she was just...there.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“Is it okay if I love you?”
“Only if it is okay that I love you back.”
“Deal.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“Okay.” Nate took a deep breath. “Now that we’re all caught up on the new no-no’s of the house, what do you say we find a tarp and some duct tape and MacGyver ourselves a new window in the living room? Just, you know, to keep out the wind…and the leaves…and any sharp-toothed woodland creatures prone to attacking people in their sleep.”
Tristan raised a brow.
“What?” Nate shrugged. “Death by dragon? Awesome. Death by rabid forest squirrel? Not cool, man. Not cool.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“Nate called out, “Team Meeting!” and pointed a finger in the air.
When he had everyone’s attention, Nate cleared his throat. “There are a few Team Awesome things we need to discuss.”
Tristan leaned over to Gabriel. “What’s Team Awesome?”
“It’s our team name,” Heather smiled.
“We’re not a team,” Gabriel said.
“We are a team,” Nate corrected. “We’re Team Awesome and I’m team captain.” He looked at Tristan. “You can call me Captain. Or Captain America, if you’d like. I’m even willing to settle for Captain Jack.”
Tristan crossed his arms. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”
Heather’s eyes lit up. “Ooh! Can we choose code names? Can I be Catwoman?”
“We’re not choosing code names.” Gabriel looked incredibly annoyed and Tristan almost smiled.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“No, I’m surprised he didn’t say goodbye.”
“Well, of course he didn’t say goodbye.” Heather put down her mug. “You would have convinced him to stay.”
“That’s not true.”
“Oh, please.” Heather rolled her eyes. “You would have been like Oh, Tristan, please don’t go. Stay with me so I can crush on you and giggle at everything you say.” Heather nodded. “That’s what it would have been like. In that high-pitched voice and everything.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“You remembered,” he said quietly.
Lowering the bow, Scarlet kept her eyes on him. “I remembered.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“I hear you’re single now.” Aaron gave a white-toothed smile and tossed his hair.
“Where did you hear that?” Scarlet cocked her head, hoping to find the leak.
He pulled his stool over and sat down. “A little bird told me.”
Why did people use that saying? Little birds didn’t talk. They chirped. And, unless Aaron spoke bird, he certainly wasn’t deciphering any bird chirpings.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“Does this mean I get to be part of the team?” She clapped her hands again.
“Yes,” Nate said.
“No,” Gabriel said at the same time.
“Duuuude,” Nate said to Gabriel between his teeth. “I really want to talk to this Mr. Brooks guy.”
“Fine.” Gabriel sighed. “Let her help. I don’t care. But if you die,” Gabriel pointed at Heather, “or get cursed or something, that’s your fault.”
Heather nodded merrily, still clapping. “Yay, I’m part of the team.”
“We’re not a team,” Gabriel said through gritted teeth.
Heather ignored him and looked at Nate. “I think we need a team name.”
“Ooh! Good idea.” Nate pointed a finger into the air. “How about Team Awesome?”
Heather wrinkled her nose. “Too vague. Team Super Secret Fountain Seekers?”
“Too specific.” Nate shook his head. “Team Ash Guy Hunters?”
“Ashman.” Heather shook her head. “Too hard to say.”
Nate scoffed. “And ‘Super Secret Fountain Seekers’ is easy to say?”
Gabriel huffed and started walking toward the door. “You guys can stay here and pick a name and a Team Captain or whatever, but I’m going to find Mr. Brooks.” He opened the door to leave, night falling on the forest around them.
Heather said, “Mr. Brooks doesn’t open his door when it’s dark outside.” She shrugged. “So we’re going to have to wait until tomorrow after school.”
Frustrated, Gabriel closed the cabin door on the setting sun. “Tomorrow then.”
“Perfect.” Nate nodded, shifting his eyes from Scarlet, to Gabriel, and then to Heather.
A moment passed.
“I call dibs on Team Captain,” Nate said.
Gabriel rolled his eyes.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“I couldn’t stop loving you even if I tried. And I’ve tried.” He shook his head and laughed without humor, his hands balling into fists. “God, how I’ve tried. But I am completely lost to you. I am lost and empty and broken -”
“My heart is broken too -”
“My heart is not broken, Scar. My heart is dead!”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“You are not a samurai, Nate. You’re a medically-savvy immortal with Star Wars bed sheets.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“They needed a plan. And manpower.
They needed Tristan”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“It was like the Secret Garden.
Of dead people.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“I love you,” he said. “I want you more than life itself. Forever.” He brushed a hand across her cheek. “And I will take care of you always.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“The moon was full, shining enough light down for Scarlet to make out the hundreds of gravestones lined up in the wet grass and the dozens of standing tombs that rose up in various places throughout the yard.
Giant trees swayed in the winter wind, throwing shadows across the grounds and making it look like the darkness was alive.
Graveyards were much more frightening at night than they were during the day.
An owl hooted.
A wolf howled.
A bat flapped across the night sky before her, wings silhouetted by the giant moon.
Are you kidding me?
It was like the graveyard knew Scarlet had entered and wanted to make it the creepiest experience ever.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“The park was littered with couples kissing behind trees and making out on park benches. And paper stars were everywhere; in trees, on the ground, above heads, inside mouths…
It was like Valentine’s Day.
On crack.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“In essence - we're all screwed”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“Tristan pulled a dagger from his coat— because, apparently, Tristan carted bloody weapons around in his coat—”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“I’m not immortal. I’m totally killable.” She sucked in a breath as her pitch rose. “And I’m blond. Blonds always die first.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“Okay." Nate took a deep breath. "Now that we're all caught up on the new no-no's of the house, what do you say we find a tarp and some duct tape and MacGyver ourselves a new window in the living room? Just, you know, to keep out the wind ... and the leaves ... and any sharp-toothed woodland creatures prone to attacking people in their sleep."
Tristan raised a brow.
"What?" Nate shrugged. "Death by dragon? Awesome. Death by rabid forest squirrel? Not cool, man. Not cool."
"You're immortal, Nate," Gabriel said.
"So? That doesn't mean I want rabies." Nate shook his head. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have medieval aliens to defeat.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“Gabriel cocked his head to the side. “Is that what happened in her last life too? You just accidentally
touched Scarlet enough to set the lifeforce transition into motion? God! How much touching did you
do?”

Tristan narrowed his eyes. “What do you want, like a scale of one to ten?”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“For all the glamour of living forever … immortality is really just a long curse. Finite life is precious; it’s fleeting and significant. But immortality… immortality isn’t living at all. It’s a permanent existence void of meaning.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“Uh… Scar?” Tristan tried to sound calm. “You know you still have a knife in your hand?” Scarlet looked down at the weapon. “Yes. I want to take it with me.” “Why?” Heather swallowed. “Um.” Scarlet looked confused. “I don’t know. But I know I want it with me.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“He smelled like leather and water. "I think," she said quietly, now that their mouths were close to each other, "that easy and clean love is not true. It is simply convenient. Messy love, though...that is something to revel in.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“Gabriel looked ou at the water for a moment. "Love is rare."

"Yes" Scarlet looked at the lake as well. "But always worth pursuing."

Gabriel nodded. "Always.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“Touching you sounded less stalkerish than lying prostate on top of you.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“there is no victory without a battle.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“It’s peaceful, you know. Watching a fire burn.” Her eyes followed the flames. “Hypnotic, even. The way the flames wrap around what they devour until there is no more to consume. A roaring fire, destined to become quiet embers.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“Oh good.” Nate exited the cabin and stepped off the back porch. “You guys are back and everyone’s alive. Yay. A little update.” Nate tapped a finger to his lips. “An Ashman broke into the cabin last night and stabbed Gabriel with a Bluestone knife that can, apparently, injure immortals, and then ran away, proving tarps are not effective windows and blonds will freak out if enough blood gushes across the floor.” Nate pursed his lips. “Oh, and side note: We need more bleach. At the rate people are bleeding out on the kitchen table, we may as well buy in bulk”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry

“I’ll go with you,” Scarlet said as she followed after Heather. “I don’t want you to be alone.”

“Scarlet?” Gabriel said, and Scarlet turned around. “Uh…do you maybe want to let me hold on to the knife?” He glanced at the bloody butcher knife in her hand that she had retrieved from the pile of ashes left by the Ashman in the old graveyard. “You know, just so you don’t scare the townspeople?”

Scarlet looked down at her weapon as she handed it to Gabriel.

It was probably better for Scarlet not to prance into the fair with a bloodstained weapon. Small town folks tended to get gossipy about stuff like that.”
― Chelsea Fine, Awry