“It’s the kind of concerned, mixed-with-a-spoon-ful-of-horror-and-a-dollop-of-dread look that anyone might have if forced to sit next to any patient in the neuro unit.”
“I’m all mixed up inside. It’s like—I don’t know—like an ignition of some kind. one minute, I’m fine, and the next I’m losing it.”
“She blinked away memories to find him staring at her with a mix of concern and horror on his face.Chloe shivered. ‘Why do you look at me like that?’‘Because you scare the hell out of me.’She rather liked the sound of that.”
“I have nothing to give anyone, really. It’s the one gift I can give that has any kind of value. It makes me feel worthy.”
“Everything I learned in school, mixed together with water and chicken broth, isn’t worth the soup served at a soup kitchen. I was a bring-my-own-spoon kind of student.”
“She watched his face as earnestly as he watched the river. But, in the intensity of her look there was a touch of dread or horror.”