Gabrielle Zevin Books Novels & Stories

"And I didn't find it until I finished the story" "It's actually...", Marvin starts to explain but she cuts him off. "A book you bought for your first mate for her twenty-fifth birthday" "Yes", Marvin confirms. "So you usually bought these novels for her?", Gabriella slowly asks. "No. That was the first and last time I bought her a novel", Marvin admits in a low tone. "She loved the erotic scenes of these kind of novels, she said it was one of the few moments that humans showed how bestial they really were"

“I know what you see when you look in the mirror. A liar. A coward. A girl wearing a dead man’s guilt like perfume. You think Jaxon will love the broken pieces, but you and I both know that they’re not broken. They’re true.” She hung up, but her hands shook for hours. The dreams started next. Gabriel standing in a dark hallway, eyes hollow. Whispering words she couldn’t hear, pointing behind her. She’d turn and Zane would be there, smiling and whispering back. She stopped sleeping. On the fifth day, Zane sent a package. A book. Her favorite, Wuthering Heights. The pages were dog-eared. Annotated. Except they weren’t her notes, they were Gabriel’s.