The string slices into the skin of his fingers and no matter how tough the calluses, it tears. But this beat is fast and even though his joints are aching, his arm's out of control like it has a mind of its own and the sweat tat drenches his hair and face seems to smother him, but nothing's going to stop Tom. He's aiming for oblivion.


The Piper's Son (ed. Candlewick Press, 2011) - ISBN: 9780763654580

Melina Marchetta Quotes

The string slices into the skin of his fingers and no matter how tough the calluses, it tears. But this beat is fast and even though his joints are...

The string slices into the skin of his fingers and no matter how tough the calluses, it tears. But this beat is fast and even though his joints are...

The string slices into the skin of his fingers and no matter how tough the calluses, it tears. But this beat is fast and even though his joints are...

The string slices into the skin of his fingers and no matter how tough the calluses, it tears. But this beat is fast and even though his joints are...