“I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night’s rain. Or angel magic”

If you can’t feel then why did you kiss me? Because i can feel it here, in my heart.

This is crazy,” i told patch in an undertone. “i’m crazy.” he was on the brink of smiling again. “about you.

Hang on, did you just call me angel? I asked. If i did? I dont like it. He grinned. It stays. Angel. He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.

Right now, holding you, i feel like we have a shot at beating all odds and making it together.

Right now, vee was the only person i could count on. She could be obnoxious,annoying, and lazy, but she never lied to me.

Nora: what are you planning? Patch: i wouldn’t call this planning. I’d call this throwing a hail mary with seconds left on the clock.

I was just about to ask you the same thing. I know you followed me. Don’t look so suprised. It’s called a rearview mirror. Are you stalking me for a specific reason?

Vee said,” i’m trying to read the title he’s holdinghang onhow to be a stalker.” “he is not checking out a book with that title.” but i wasn’t so sure. “it’s either that of how to radiate sexy without trying.

Youre crowding me. I need room…. What i needed were boundaries. I needed willpower. I needed to be caged up, since yet again i was proving i couldnt be trusted in patchs presence. I should have been bolting for the door, and yet i wasnt.

Nice costume,” he said. “ditto. I can tell you put a lot of thought into yours.” amusement curled his mouth. “if you don’t like it, i can take it off.

Your enemy’s enemy is your friend

Hang on, did you just call me angel?” “if i did?

I couldn’t look at you and breath at the same time.

Patch backed me into a tree and kissed me, hard. I regained my breath. “boys take not everywhere: that was a kiss.

I don’t go out with strangers,” i said. “good thing i do. I’ll pick you up at five.

I had to lull mom and hank into believing i was in the right frame of mind to be taken into public. If i exited my bedroom foaming at the mouth and dressed in black love sucks tee, my plan would never get off the ground.

My freedom doesn’t end with you, it keeps expanding itself with its little invisible feathers, to grow into a phenomenon of never resting soul.

If things like that are going to ruffle your feathers, don’t bother doing the job.

On the contrary, there is a considerable body of evidence that these fossil traces, known as ‘dino-fuzz’, have nothing to do with bird feathers…

Feathers are light; but when they come together, they become heavy!

I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply.

The feather was a thing, when I was a kid, we used to find feathers around the house, and whenever we found them, my mum used to say it was my nan leaving them around for us to find, so that was quite sweet.

Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind.

Our wings are built from the feathers of failure.