Teaser Tuesday: Charlotte Markham & The House of Darkling, The Iron Queen, Starling, Being Friends with Boys, What's Left of Me, & The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer

Teaser Tuesday is a weekly feature, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading.

Winter finally descended upon Blackfield a few days later. The barren branches of the forest became gloved in white snow, stretched out beneath the pale gray sky and arranged around the glass shores of the lake in a frozen ballet bereft of movement or song, dormant until spring, when the ice would melt and stream off of them, their forms glistening from the extended concentration of holding a single pose all season long.

~ Charlotte Markham and the House of Darkling by Michael Boccacino, pg. 212

"Flashes," the oracle said, waving her hand dismissively. "The far-future is a constantly changing wave, always in motion, never certain. The story changes with every breath. Every decision we make sends it down another path. But...." She narrowed her hollow eyes at me. "There is one constant in your future, child, and that is pain. Pain and emptiness, for your friends, the ones you hold dearest to your heart, are nowhere to be seen."

~ The Iron Queen by Julie Kagawa, audio version

Fennrys crouched on his haunches, huddled under the Hellgate bridge trestle waiting for the dawn, or his sanity, to return. He needed one or the other, something that would shine a light on his darkness and banish the things that go bump -- and thrash, and chase, and kill -- in the night.

~ Starling by Lesley Livingston, pg. 80 (ARC)

He peers down on me with this look on his face that makes me feel ... I don't know. Valued. Or more like ... treasured. Or something. But then he turns and faces the street, squares his shoulders, and starts us down again, arm in arm.

~ Being Friends with Boys by Terra Elan McVoy, pg. 52

Our body felt incredibly empty. Hollow. Too Big. Of course it was too big. Our body had always held two. Now there was only one.

~ What's Left of Me by Kat Zhang, pg. 64 (ARC)

When I was awake, I barely thought about Jude. And when I dreamed - it wasn't exactly pleasant.

~ The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin, pg. 113 (Nook Edition)