“My heart faltered and then beat unevenly, and I wanted to laugh at myself. Did it matter that [Jared] was beautiful, that I loved him, when he was going to kill me?”
“People touched my cheeks often, or put their fingers under my chin, holding my face up to see it better. I was frequently patted on my head (which was in easy reach, since I was shorter than everyone but the children).”
“The mysterious bond of mother and child was not a mystery to me any longer. There was no bond greater than one that required your life for another’s.”
“Perhaps without the lows, the highs could not be reached. Were the souls the exception to that rule? Could they have the light without the darkness of the world?”
“My reaction was instantaneous and unthinking. I skittered to one side of the tunnel, sweeping Jamie along with one arm so that I was between him and whatever was coming for me.”
“In the house Wanda and Aunt Willie were still arguing. Sara could hear every word even out in the porch. Aunt Willie, who had been taking care of them since the death of their mother six years ago, was saying loudly, ‘No, not on a motorcycle. No motorcycle!”