Your future isn’t in your hand, Marshal, it’s in your brains and your mouth. “It’s a gift I‘ll give you, if you’re willing. Indian sex “The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.”
-Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
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An owl came to the kitchen window and shrieked twice, and Branwen knew she’d have two visitors tonight. She’d been here for a long time, much longer than anyone really knew. “Are you scared?” she said, testing the point of a needle with her thumb. “What did you do them?”
“Nothing much, I was just tired of their commotion. But what good would that do either young man? Eimhear had always thought of the moon as a cold, chaste thing, but now she saw how wrong that was. One that I chose for myself. Finnian snatched the potion out of her hand almost before she was done sealing the bottle. Come on, girl. She sat up and pulled Finnian in, kissing him with a thrusting tongue and comparing it to kissing Marshal. “More.”
The boy paused. They say it’s a mortal sin to come here.”
“They’re right,” said Branwen.
