“An ugly man, with a face sharp like a weasel and a habit of running a flickering tongue over his lips before he speaks. But most ugly of all are his eyes: blue, bright blue. When people see them, they flinch. Such things are freakish. He is lucky he was not killed at birth.”
“It’s a troublesome world. All the people who’re in it are troubled with troubles almost every minute. You ought to be thankful, a whole heaping lot, for the places and people you’re lucky you’re not!”
″‘Ever had your life ruined by someone with the last name Hawthorne?’ Alisa continued.
I stared at her, then managed to answer more confidently this time. ‘No.’
Alisa smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. ‘Lucky you.‘”