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338 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 13, 2015
I didn't care if he was a Greek god. I didn't trust him for a second. And that would have been true even if he hadn't a few hours ago.
“Toshka.” He leaned forward, too. “It’s a Russian word, it has no translation into any other language, but the closest I’ve heard is the ache. A longing. The sense that something is missing, and even if you’re not sure what it is, you ache for it. Down to your bones.”
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“It felt so trivial to be sad about a boy right now.”
"Has anyone ever told you that you look like one of those dolls?" he said. "A... kuklachka. How do you say it in English? With the white skin and the big eyes."
"A porcelain doll." My pale complexion and dark hair would have been enough, but add dark eyes and cheeks that flushed too easily and too often--like I was determined for them not to do right now--and that sealed it. He wasn't the first to make the comparison.
The Conspiracy of Us by Maggie Hall
"Five foot two inches tall." He looked me up and down again, and I straightened automatically. "One hundred and three pounds."
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"Could use a little more meat on those bones, if you ask me," he said, leaning across the seat to wrap one slim hand entirely around my upper arm.
The Conspiracy of Us by Maggie Hall
"That's right, kuklachka. Congratulations to us. It appears you and I are getting married."
The Conspiracy of Us by Maggie Hall
Stellan pulled out the other bar stool and sat. My feet dangled, but his rested solidly on the floor.
The Conspiracy of Us by Maggie Hall
Jack nodded. "I need to borrow a shirt from Fitz anyway," he said, rolling his shoulders. The shirt from Prada was a little tight, and stretched taut across his shoulders. The butterflies flapped harder, but I shook them off. What was wrong with me? How could I possibly be thinking about how good he looked in a tight shirt right now?
The Conspiracy of Us by Maggie Hall
Luc grinned wider. "Then you'll really be impressed with this. The twelve months of the calendar. Inches in a foot. Hours in a day. Zodiac symbols. The 'twelve' aspects of those all came into being around 300 BC, just around when the Diadochi took over."
The Conspiracy of Us by Maggie Hall
“Toska.” He leaned forward, too. “It’s a Russian word. It has no translation into any other language, but the closest I’ve heard is the ache. A longing. The sense that something is missing, and even if you’re not sure what it is, you ache for it. Down to your bones.”
“Because it's worse to wish for something that's never going to happen and be disappointed than to never wish for anything at all.”
“There was non-mistake, not-nothing blood everywhere.”
“The thing is, being lonely is like walking in the cold without a coat. It’s uncomfortable, but eventually you go numb. Once you get used to not being lonely, though, the shock of going back is like having your down comforter yanked off at six o’clock on a Minnesota December morning.”