Unborn Quotes

“Sometimes an adventure is a mundane thing. A trip to the shore with your best friend. Learning you can laugh in unearthly ways.”
― Rose Christo, Unborn: Three Short Stories

“His words slow my pulse. His fingers, square and even, feel nonpareil entwined with mine. He is symmetry. He is color.

"Never," I tell him. "I will never go away."

"You're sure about that?"

"I'm sure I can't live with a Ram-sized hole in my chest."

"That would be a pretty big hole, I think," Ram says.

"Don't be so sure. You're short."

"Hey," Ram protests.

"I worry for you on carnival rides."

"I get on carnival rides just fine, thanks."

"The operator doesn't stop you?"

"Tim," He pauses. "Sometimes.”
― Rose Christo, Unborn: Three Short Stories

“You ought to sue."

"I don't know how to sew. I tried it once and I almost put my eye out."

If there is one thing Sahara Soto and Kerry Thompson have in common, it's their complete idiocy. In the girl's case, it's endearing.”
― Rose Christo, Unborn: Three Short Stories

“You can't change who you are, can you? That would require changing the people who made you along the way. That would mean discrediting everything they ever gave you.”
― Rose Christo, Unborn: Three Short Stories

“Just don't eat all of it," Ram fusses. "It could be tampered with. You should show it to your dad first, he'll know--"

"Ram has Seahorse Syndrome," Sahara tells me wisely.

"What's that?" I ask.

"In seahorses the dad's the one who gets pregnant and has babies. We learned about it in life science class. Ram thinks he's a mother hen. So he must be a seahorse.”
― Rose Christo, Unborn: Three Short Stories

“We'd better go," I say. "It's time for you to make Hmong babies."

Toua pulls free from my grasp. "You little--"

"Go. Further the great Flower Clan. The mountainous homeland will sing from your victorious loins."

"You're disgusting!”
― Rose Christo, Unborn: Three Short Stories

“I don't like this, Toua," I go on. "We're like birds that have flown a very long way from their nest. We're like nettles in a garden full of hops. We shouldn't have to hide who we are. Our faces are unseen.”
― Rose Christo, Unborn: Three Short Stories

“Coldness settles again in my stomach. I do not want a nice Hmong girl. I want a nice Egyptian boy who teaches me about colors and makes me appreciate poetry. I want the nice Egyptian boy who stops in the middle of the day to say "Thank you, God. For everything.”
― Rose Christo, Unborn: Three Short Stories

“You don't pray?" Ram asks.

"Which one should I pray to," I say flatly, "the dragon, or the fairy?"

Ram stares at me.

I tug on my ponytail. "That's our religion," I explain, suddenly self-conscious. "A mountain fairy married a dragon. That's where we all come from."

I can see the shy smile poking at Ram's lips. "You're half-fairy?"

"And half-dragon," I remind him.

"Right. Definitely.”
― Rose Christo, Unborn: Three Short Stories