“She smiled, pretending to be unaware like every child, but she knew. Children know things even if they can’t explain them in words.”

“Heaven dwells in hearts, Eliza, not in lands, as does hell – it dwells in hearts.”

“You ever been in a fight?" he asked. "Not a proper fight...I got detention for kicking Shelly Walker in the butt with my muddy boot when I was in fourth grade."Flynn laughed. "What'd she do to deserve it?"She smiled down at her hand. "I think she badmouthed Joey McIntyre or something. I was a hardcore New Kids fan."Flynn made an amused, judging face. "I hope it was worth it.""Oh yes. Nobody puts Joey Mac down and gets away with it.”

“Sometimes she felt she had fallen asleep inside herself while she was wide awake working.”

“Move your hands, Morgan,” he commanded.“It hurts!” she protested.“It’s supposed to.”

“He pumped her roughly, filling the room with the sounds of their breathing and the smell of their sin. She felt drunk, this man’s harsh energy as intoxicating as ten bottles of wine. She stroked his chest and dug her fingernails into his shoulders. Spurs, telling him to make it rougher.”

“...sometimes you just want the comfort of knowing that somebody really does care about you (even if they show it in peculiar ways).”