“I made it," you said, gruffly, "for you." You shoved it onto my finger. It was roughly carved, shaped from a lump of something colourful and cold...a ring made entirely from a gemstone. It was beautiful. It glinted emerald greens and blood reds over my skin, and had tiny flecks of gold catching the light. I couldn't stop staring at it. "Why?" I asked. You didn't answer that. Instead you touched the ring gently and looked piercingly at me, unsaid questions in your eyes.” MadeSaidLightEyeBeautifulAnswersBloodColdGoldSkinsFingersTinyRingsMade ItStaringTouchedCatchingLumpsUnsaidEmeraldsColourful Author:Lucy Christopher
“I remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.” StillsFeelingsRememberStrangeSkinsFingers Book:Stolen Source: Stolen
“I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.” PeopleKindSometimesRedLongingFingersHeatWarmthInsectsUp And Down Author:Lucy Christopher
“Then your fingers moved down to my chin. You pushed it up with your thumb to look at me, almost like you were studying me in the artificial lights above my head. And, I mean, you really looked at me … with eyes like two stars. [...] And I had wings fluttering away inside me all right. Big fat moth wings. You trapped me easily, drew me toward you like I was already in the net.” LooksMeanTwoBigsLightEyeStarsStudyLike YouMovedWingsFingersFatsArtificialTrappedLook At MeThumbsChinsMothsFlutteringArtificial Light Book:Stolen Source: Stolen
