Lost And Found Quotes

“September Day sloshed another half cup of coffee into the giant #1-Bitch mug, and glared out the frosty breakfast nook windows. North Texas didn’t get snow. That’s why she’d moved back home—well, one of several reasons. She shivered, relishing the warmth of the beverage, and toasted the storm with a curse. “Damn false advertising.” Her cat Macy meowed agreement. The blizzard drove icy wind through cracks in the antique windows and made the just-in-case candles on the dark countertop sputter. She pulled the fuzzy bathrobe closer around her neck. Normally the kitchen’s stained glass spilled peacock-bright color into the kitchen.”
― Amy Shojai, Lost And Found

“He told himself, “good-dog” but it wasn’t the same.”
― Amy Shojai, Lost And Found

“Steven’s gone,” April cried. “My baby’s out in the storm, him and the dog are both gone!”
― Amy Shojai, Lost And Found

“Shadow vaulted from the car, and cleared the sprawled figure with one joyous leap. He found September’s scent, and hop-scotched and bulldozed through snow so deep it scraped his belly. But the bloody paw prints left in his wake spelled a message of fear, hope, and determination that only good-dogs could read.”
― Amy Shojai, Lost And Found

“Every time the phone rings, it’s about another body.”
― Amy Shojai, Lost And Found

“I haven’t known you long, but I recognize you. You’re the one who pulls strangers out of fires.” She paused. “It’s what you do, it’s who you are.”
― Amy Shojai, Lost And Found

“enigmatic”
― Amy Shojai, Lost And Found

“Teddy’s hand trembled unsteadily with the weight of the Remington .45 pistol. September wanted to cry. Maybe it was time to give up. April was probably going to die; Combs had as good as said it. She couldn’t win, not when even Teddy was one of Lizzie’s henchmen. She leaned into Shadow’s ruff. His breath warmed her cheek. His tension screamed beneath her hands, a coiled spring aching for release. With sudden clarity, she knew exactly what to do. “You almost forgot this. I hate these things. Maybe you’ll need it—” “Shadow, show me…gun!” Shadow sprang. He muzzle-popped the target. The pistol spun away. Teddy cried out and grabbed his bruised hand. He staggered. Fell. The sofa softened his landing. “Why the hell did you do that?” “Oh crap, sorry, Teddy. Are you okay? Sorry, I just reacted. Yes, Shadow, good-dog.” Shadow leaped around, tail flailing with excitement. September scrambled to retrieve the gun—the safety was still on—and stuck it back into her pocket. She dried her palms on”
― Amy Shojai, Lost And Found

“Childress’s”
― Amy Shojai, Lost And Found

“Overhead lights flickered on, off and back on again. They’d done that for the past hour. Crap. More stuff for the contractors to fix. One candle guttered in the draft, and September mentally added window caulk to her list. She prayed the electricity wouldn’t go out, since the backup generator in the garage would take finagling to find, let alone to start. She added a dollop of flavored cream to her cup, and replaced the lid that kept Macy’s paws at bay. The longhair sable and white cat sat like a furry centerpiece on the rose-patterned glass table. He mewed in frustration when September set her covered mug next to the muffin saucer he’d already licked clean. A white paw patted the cup’s lid. September plopped into one of four wrought iron chairs, and pulled the mug out of the cat’s reach. “Nope, I know where you put your feet.” Macy”
― Amy Shojai, Lost And Found

“September Day sloshed another half cup of coffee into the giant #1-Bitch mug, and glared out the frosty breakfast nook windows. North Texas didn’t get snow. That’s why she’d moved back home—well, one of several reasons. She shivered, relishing the warmth of the beverage, and toasted the storm with a curse. “Damn false advertising.” Her cat Macy meowed agreement. The blizzard drove icy wind through cracks in the antique windows and made the just-in-case candles on the dark countertop sputter. She pulled the fuzzy bathrobe closer around her neck. Normally the kitchen’s stained glass spilled peacock-bright color into the kitchen. Not today, though. The reinforced security grills on the windows and dark clouds outside transformed the room’s slate floor, bright”
― Amy Shojai, Lost And Found

“September Day sloshed another half cup of coffee into the giant #1-Bitch mug, and glared out the frosty breakfast nook windows. North Texas didn’t get snow. That’s why she’d moved back home—well, one of several reasons. She shivered, relishing the warmth of the beverage, and toasted the storm with a curse. “Damn false advertising.” Her cat Macy meowed agreement. The blizzard drove icy wind through cracks in the antique windows and made the just-in-case candles on the dark countertop sputter. She pulled the fuzzy bathrobe closer around her neck. Normally the kitchen’s stained glass spilled peacock-bright color into the kitchen. Not today, though. The reinforced security grills on the windows and dark clouds outside transformed the room’s slate floor, bright countertops and brushed-steel appliances into a grim cell. Overhead lights flickered on, off and back on again. They’d done that for the past hour. Crap. More stuff for the contractors to fix. One candle guttered in the draft, and September mentally added window caulk to her list. She prayed the electricity wouldn’t go out, since the backup generator in the garage would take finagling to find, let alone to start. She”
― Amy Shojai, Lost And Found

“the antique windows and made the just-in-case candles on the dark countertop sputter. She pulled the fuzzy bathrobe closer around her neck. Normally the kitchen’s stained glass spilled peacock-bright color into the kitchen.”
― Amy Shojai, Lost And Found