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Make the Season Bright Make the Season Bright by Ashley Herring Blake
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“Only music could really do that -- bring everything to the surface, make the memories alive, sharpen the time-dulled pain to a point.”
Ashley Herring Blake, Make the Season Bright
“Everything was scary at thirteen, and she wasn’t thirteen anymore.
She was a grown-up, dammit, complete with a dead-end dream and a lackluster love life.”
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“Brighton was tired, and tender, and goddammit, she was angry.”
Ashley Herring Blake, Make the Season Bright
“But now Charlotte was back in control, Jekyll or Hyde, Brighton wasn’t sure which,”
Ashley Herring Blake, Make the Season Bright
“It was too much, December closing in on her, reminding her she was nothing, no one. She sat on the bottom of the stairs, the Tiffany lamplight pooling at her feet, and cried.”
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“Lola,” Brighton said quietly. Almost reverently. Still no reaction. Lola simply bent down to pick up the same vintage leather violin case she’d had since she was twenty-one, turned on her heel, and walked up the porch steps without another word.”
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“Please take care of yourself while reading this story, and always.”
Ashley Herring Blake, Make the Season Bright
“Charlotte hadn’t heard her voice in five years.
Not like this, not with their song on her lips.
It was breathtaking, pure magic, sultry and soft, her tone like a swirl of dark chocolate.”
Ashley Herring Blake, Make the Season Bright
“She was scared of both options—letting go and trying again—and the only response was to stand still.
But she knew she couldn’t stay in that space forever.”
Ashley Herring Blake, Make the Season Bright
“Brighton’s blood felt heated, like water coming to a boil—music always made her feel wild, feral, like something set loose that was always meant to be free.”
Ashley Herring Blake, Make the Season Bright
“She wanted to be seen as strong, as immovable, untouchable. Because if that’s how people saw her, that’s what she’d be. And she’d never have to feel inadequate again, never have to feel that innate something that was missing inside her, that something that made people leave her and forget her so goddamn easily.”
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“Come with me,” she said, tugging Brighton off the main path and onto an almost cave-like walkway, illuminated by what seemed like a billion blue-white lights that looked like icicles dripping down from the trees above them.
“Wow,” Brighton breathed, her face like a twilit evening as she gazed upward.
“Beautiful,” Charlotte said, but she wasn’t even looking at the lights.”
Ashley Herring Blake, Make the Season Bright
“You didn’t win,” Elle said. “It’s called compromise.”
“That is a win where Charlotte is concerned.”
Ashley Herring Blake, Make the Season Bright
“Don’t sugarcoat it or anything.”
“Oh, I won’t.”
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“Nice diversion.”
“Thanks, I’m an expert. So?”
Ashley Herring Blake, Make the Season Bright
“This is how horror movies start,” Charlotte said, clutching her stomach. “Or end. The girl in the woods. Everyone knows she’s a goner.”
“She’s only a goner because the writers make her out to be an idiot. We’re not idiots.”
“Okay, thrillers, then. Women just vanish, disappear, and they’re not idiots. Women’s bodies are not okay in thrillers... ...Bad things happen all the time to non-idiots, and this is the setting. This is where it all goes down.”
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“She’d what? Because everything after that was fuzzy, a smeared watercolor portrait of her possible future.”
Ashley Herring Blake, Make the Season Bright
“Come home, honey.
But she couldn’t.
Lola was her home now.
Lola had always been her home.
And she’d been Lola’s.”
Ashley Herring Blake, Make the Season Bright
“Their fingers tangled together, Lola’s free hand still on her back, and Brighton felt as though she’d just fallen into a feather bed after a week without sleep.”
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