"Seriously." I followed him toward baggage claim, winding our way through airport halls that had white Corinthian columns in them, like a plantation porch. "We're spending the summer in Hades because of Sweet Home Alabama?"
"But of course," he said, as we parked ourselves in front of the baggage claim.
~ Confederates Don't Wear Couture by Stephanie Kate Strohm, pg. 26 (ARC)
She felt herself lifted from the ground and a face merged from the blurs, a boy's face, or a man's, or someone just hovering between the two. In that moment he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, though his nose was not straight and his eyes were different colors -- one green, one blue. Beautiful, but alien somehow. A fresh panic clutched her then. The Foletti had been beautiful and look where that had gotten her.
~ The Treachery of Beautiful Things by Ruth Frances Long, pg. 22
I chose houses at random, tried the doors. Most were unlocked. A few were missing altogether, torn apart by Them. People left all kinds of useful things behind, food being the most important. I also liked looking through their books. As much as people loved e-books, there were always paper books around. You can tell a lot about people by the kinds of books they owned.
~ In the After by Demitria Lunetta, Kindle Location 353 (ARC)
Stealing Harper (Taking Chances #2)
