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Ezer papírdaruvá hajtogattam kettőnk emlékeit, és kívántam valamit.

Ötvenegyedik fejezet

Mindenem viszketett, hogy odakint lehessek, megszagolhassam a közelgő tavaszt.

Huszonkettedik fejezet

– Tudod – kezdte Isabel –, amikor azt mondtam, hogy hívj fel a hétvégén, nem úgy értettem, hogy hívj fel, hogy aztán átcsörtessünk az erdőn fagypont alatti hőmérsékleten.

39. oldal

Mintha már túl sok sírt ástam volna ebben az évben.

Gondolkoztam, hogy vajon tényleg emlékszem, hogy anyám sütit sütött nekem, vagy csak az agyam lopta az ezernyi könyv egyikéből, amit elolvastam. Valaki más anyja az enyémre másolva, besettenkedett, és kitöltötte az űrt.

96. oldal

Az egész szoba olyan sárga volt, hogy úgy tűnt, maga a nap hányta le a falat, aztán a komódba és a függönyökbe törölte a száját.

126. oldal

Vigyázat! Cselekményleírást tartalmaz.

„Seriously. How long have you been going out?”
Sam let go of my hands to get his wallet and took out some bills. „Six years.”
I wrinkled my nose to cover a laugh. Of course he would count the time that we'd been two entirely different species.
„Whoa.” Counter girl nodded appreciatively. „That's pretty amazing for a couple your age.”
Sam handed me my hot chocolate and didn't answer. But his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively – I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.
I crouched to look at the almond bark on the bottom shelf in the counter. I wasn't quite bold enough to look at either of them when I admitted, „Well, it was love at first sight.”
The girl sighed. „That is just so romantic. Do me a favor, and don't you two ever change. The world needs more love at first sight.”
Sam's voice was husk. „Do you want some of those, Grace?”
Something in his voice, a catch, made me realize that my words had more of an effect than I'd intended. I wondered when the last time someone told him they loved him was.
That was a really sad thing to think about.

Chapter Forty-Three, Grace, page 282

I was suddenly struck by how dissimilar we were. It occured to me that if Grace and I were objects, she would be and elaborate digital clock, synced up with the World Clock in London with technical perfection, and I'd be a snow globe – shaken memories in a glass ball.

Chapter Sixteen, Sam, page 84

Vigyázat! Cselekményleírást tartalmaz.

Then I did what I always wanted to – I put a hand to his dense ruff, and when he didn't flinch, I buried both my hands in his fur. His outer coat was not soft as it looked, but beneath the coarse guard hairs was a layer of downy fluff. With a low groan, he pressed his head against me, eyes still closed. I held him as if he were no more than a family dog, though his wild, sharp scent wouldn't let me forget what he really was.
For a moment, I forgot where- who- I was. For a moment, it didn't matter.

Chapter 5, Grace, page 22

Lucia made a sound of frustration. “You two are going to argue about this? My evil’s bigger than your evil?