#gemma

I'm an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share. ↗

— Libba Bray

#gemma-doyle #individuality #libba-bray #quirks #uniqueness

I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I've got to think. ↗

— Libba Bray

#gemma-doyle #libba-bray #thinking #using-your-brain #beauty

Oh, I didn't think it wise to hide it. Might not be able to find it again," I say, cheerily. "It's sitting in plain view on your chair in the great hall. I do hope that was the best place for it. ↗

— Libba Bray

#gemma-doyle #humor #libba-bray #revenge #beauty

I'm going to eviscerate you and leave your organs on a pike in the yard as a warning to those who wear large jewelry. ↗

— Libba Bray

#felicity-worthington #gemma-doyle #humor #libba-bray #beauty

You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you. ↗

— Lucy Christopher

#smile #stolen #ty #change

When did this story morph? When did it change from a tale of two to a tragedy of three? ↗

— Ella Frank

#change

He said that we belonged together because he was born with a flower and I was born with a butterfly and that flowers and butterflies need each other for survival. ↗

— Gemma Malley

#butterflies #butterfly #death #flower #flowers

I love you Anna Covey,' he said, his voice barely audible. And slowly, clumsily, he leant forward, and his lips found hers, and Anna felt him kiss her awkwardly, she knew that she wasn't a Surplus any more. And nor was Peter. ↗

— Gemma Malley

#death #declaration #gemma #kiss #life

I know it. I know I shall make beastly mistakes, Father-" "The world does not forgive mistakes so quickly, my girl." He sounds bitter and sad. "If the world will not forgive me," I say softly, "I shall have to learn to forgive myself." He nods in understanding. "And how will you marry? Or do you intend to marry?" I think of Kartik, and tears threaten. "I shall meet someone one day, as Mother found you. ↗

— Libba Bray

#father #forgiveness #gemma-doyle #kartik #love

It isn't the bloody weather!" I've shocked them into silence. I should stop. Apologize for my outburst. Make amends. Blame the climate. But I cannot. Something in me has given way and it cannot be put back again. "Did you know that he had returned to the laudanum? That he couldn't give it up? That our good intentions were not nearly so powerful as his will to die?... No, Thomas. Is this the life you want for me? To be like you? To wear blinders and talk of nothing that matters and drink weak tea with other people who would do anything to hide the truth, especially from themselves? ↗

— Libba Bray

#life #life