#wren

I pushed until I felt his [Donovan's] body grow still, the tendons in his neck relaxing. I pushed until I felt the mouth beneath the pillow droop, one last dull groan fading into silence. And I kept pushing, because I couldn't bear to pull the pillow away to see what I'd done. "You're free," I said. I closed my eyes, saw Donovan as he had been. One last smile, then he faded. ↗

— Alexander Gordon Smith

#friendship #heart-wrenching #friendship

Ask me for money, Peter.” I grabbed his wrists and pushed him against the wall. He looked everywhere but at me, no attempt to free himself. He was definitely stronger than I, but right that second I didn’t care if he was being patronizing. If it forced him to answer me, then patronizing I’d take. “No,” he murmured. “Ask me for money, goddamn you.” I punctuated it with a slam of his wrists, hard enough to jar, but not painful—I hoped. The next time my shirt wouldn’t be there to cushion it. I was that pissed. “I have!” He spat back, easily extricating his hands and pushing me away. I grabbed his arm, turning him around. “For Cai. For sex. Not for you. You’d rather go fuck a bunch of strangers—” “I don’t fuck anyone but Darryl anymore,” he denied. “It’s just a show for a bunch of voyeurs. No one gets hurt.” “I get hurt!” “I don’t have any other way, Austin.” “You have me. Ask me,” I said, hating the pleading sound in my voice. “No.” “Jesus Christ, why the fuck not?” “Because I don’t want you to be a fucking trick!” The shout was so loud I felt the vibrations along my spine. ↗

— Dani Alexander

#money

Want to dance?" He scooped me into his arms before I could reply. "We have music this time. And I don't have to punch you when we finish." "You don't have to. But if I step on your feet too many times you can feel free. ↗

— Amy Tintera

#reboot #wren #music

History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, but if faced with courage, need not be lived again. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#cannot #courage #despite #faced #history

I believe we are still so innocent. The species are still so innocent that a person who is apt to be murdered believes that the murderer, just before he puts the final wrench on his throat, will have enough compassion to give him one sweet cup of water. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#before #believe #believes #compassion #cup

In my deepest troubles, I frequently would wrench myself from the persons around me and retire to some secluded part of our noble forests. ↗

— John James Audubon

#deepest #forests #frequently #i #me

My favorite holiday spot has to be New York, on the St. Lawrence River. Without a doubt that area there is perfect for me. Very, very spacious. It's nice. ↗

— Tom Felton

#doubt #favorite #holiday #lawrence #me

We went with the St. Lawrence Experience, which is run by Joe Babbitt, who is a close friend now. We went out there for 10 days and we had the best week of our lives, and we've been going back since. We've been back three times now. ↗

— Tom Felton

#been #best #close #close friend #days

Yeah, we held a junior carp tournament on the St. Lawrence River in New York last August. I hosted that along with a couple of other people. ↗

— Tom Felton

#august #carp #couple #held #hosted

Then you start another book and suddenly the galley proofs of the last one come in and you have to wrench your attention away from what you're writing and try to remember what you were thinking when you wrote the previous one. ↗

— Bernard Cornwell

#attention #away #book #come #last