Unearthly (Unearthly #1)

And then I can feel what he feels. He’s waited such a long time for this moment. He loves how I feel in his arms. He loves the smell of my hair. He loves the way I looked at him just now, flushed and wanting more from him. He loves the color of my lips and now the taste of my mouth is making his knees feel weak and he doesn’t want to seem weak in front of me.

Are you any good at it?"
"Pulling idiots out of the snow? I'm the best.

Because if it's not her fault, it's God's, and I'm not ready to be pissed at the Almighty.

Clara: My heart doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to Tucker.

Dude. Hot Bozo. Best nickname ever.

Fine.” He smirks at me. “Nice to meet you, Carrots,” he says, looking directly at my hair. “Oh, I mean Clara.”
My face flames.
“Same to you, Rusty,” I shoot back, but he’s already striding away.

Have a care, Sir Tucker, lest you find yourself in the stockades."
He scoffs and looks at Mr. Erikson. "She can't do that, can she? She's not the ruler of this class. Brady is."
"You could strip him of his title," suggests Brady, apparently not minding at all that I have usurped his throne. "Make him a serf."
"Yeah," says Christian. "Make him a serf. Being a serf blows."
As a serf, poor Christian has already been killed several times in our class. Aside from dying of the Black Plague on the first day, he's starved to death, had his hands cut off for stealing a loaf of bread, and been run down by his master's horse just for kicks. He's like Christian the fifth now.

Have you ever been to a place you're supposed to love, but all you can think about is home?

Hey, Carrots," he says.

Hey, you feel like driving today?" he asks. "I don't want to walk to the bus stop. It's too cold."
"You feel like dying today?"
"Sure. I like risking my life. Keeps things in perspective.

I feel like Cinderella sitting in the middle of the road with a pumpkin and a couple of mice, while Prince Charming charges off to rescue some other chick.

I'm in love with Tucker Avery.

I'm looking at you. Why are you always trying to hide how pretty you are?

In fact, I've essentially given up on the idea of flight altogether and accepted that I'm going to be an angel-blood who stays earthbound, a flightless bird, like an ostrich. Maybe, or in this weather, a penguin.

Insert the biggest, most awkward silence in the history of big awkward silences.

Think about a good memory, she whispers in my mind. Remember a moment when you loved him.

And just like that, I do.

"What did the fish say when it hit a concrete wall?" he asked me. We're sitting on the bank of a stream and he's tying a fly onto my fishing rod, wearing a cowboy hat and red lumberjack-style flannel shirt over a gray tee. So adorable.
"What?" I say, he grins. Unbelievable of how gorgeous he is. And that he's mine. He loves me and I love him.
"Dam!" he says.

I think he seriously believes that deflowering an angel could mean an eternity in fiery hell.

I won’t be that girl who lets the guy treat her like crap and still fawns all over him.

Oh, come on. You eye-hump him all through British History.

Sam: "I always thought you were the most beautiful of all the Nephilim."
Meg: "That's ironic because I always thought you were the ugliest of all the angels.

Silver Avalanche coming up the driveway," calls Jeffrey from upstairs.
"What are you, security?" I call back.

So often we only do what we think is expected of us, when we are capable of so much more.

Tucker: "But she gave me the perfect gift."
Clara: "What?"
Tucker: "You.

Tucker: I'm glad it happened. because then I got to know who you really are.

Clara: Oh yeah? Who am I?

Tucker: A really, really spiritual, spoiled California chick.

Avery: Shut up.

Tucker: It's cool though. My girlfriend is an angel.

Tucker," I say. "I'm so glad you're still here."
I throw myself into his arms. He hugs me tightly.
"I couldn't leave," he says.
"I know."
"I mean, literally. I don't have a ride.

Tucker: Is it okay to kiss you?

Clara: What?

Tucker: I won't get struck by lightning?

Clara: (laughs) No lightning.

Tucker: "Today we ran into a mama grizzly with two cubs at the ridge off Colter Bay and Clara sang to it to make it go away."

Mrs. Avery: You sang to it?

Tucker: Her singing is that bad.

Tucker: Why would you tell me now if it's against the rules?
Clara: Because I love you.

What did you think I was?"
"A rude Hick."
"Geez, blunt much?

What do you see in a guy like Christian Prescott?" he asked me that night when he dropped me off from prom. And what he was really saying then, what would have come through loud and clear if I hadn't been so blind was, why don't you see me?