See! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel! —Samuel Taylor Coleridge The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Gripping tightly to the middle bunk, Della stared down at the sea, far, far below them. The wind still lashed ...
I scramble backward so fast I nearly fall off my chair. “What was that?” I whisper wildly. “What did you just do?” I’m shocked to my core by what just happened—whatever the hell it was. But she just looks…expectant. Like she’s waiting for something important to happen. Funny thing is, I do feel...
I was starting to wonder if you were coming after all,” Bri greeted me when I joined her in the middle of the third row of the visitor stands a few minutes later. The one small section of metal bleachers on this side of the field was already starting to fill up—probably because Jewel had done so ...