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Lucy Christopher Biography

Lucy Christopher is a British/Australian author best known for her novel Stolen, which won the Branford Boase award 2010 in the UK, and the 2010 Gold Inky in Australia. Her second book, Flyaway, was shortlisted for the 2010 Costa Book Awards and the 2010 Waterstone's Children's Book Prize. She currently lives in the United Kingdom and is working on her fourth novel, as well as the screenplay for her critically acclaimed novel Stolen.

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I looked down at my stomach. I grabbed at it, seeing how much fat I could lift up in a roll. "Don't worry," you said, one eye open again like a crocodile watching me. "You're beautiful. " You tipped your head back. "Beautiful," you murmured. "Perfect.

Beautiful, Eye, Open, Perfect, Roll, Watching

Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long.

Eye, Eyes, Intense, Long, Stare

You won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.

Able, Hurt, Hurt Me, Touch

There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die. - Ty from Stolen

Bottles, Die, Heart, Needs, Stolen

It sounded weird to hear you talk so much; normally you only said a few words at a time. I'd never imagined that you'd have a story, too. Until that moment, you were just the kidnapper. You didn't have reasons for anything. You were stupid and evil and mentally ill. That was all. When you started talking, you started changing.

Evil, Kidnapper, Moment, Said, Stupid, Talking

If there'd been an astronaut on the moon right then, I'm sure I could have seen him. Perhaps he could have looked down and seen me too. . . the only one who could.

Astronaut, Down And, Looked, Moon, Right

When I write this in bed, I can almost hear the echo of the wind over the sand, or the groans of wooden panels around me. I can almost smell the dustiness of the camel, taste the bitterness of saltbush. And when I dream, your warm hands cover my shoulders. Your whispers carry stories and sound like the rustle of spinifex. I still wear that ring, you know. . . at night, when no one is watching.

Dream, Dustiness, Night, Panels, Writing

This be OK?' I asked, innocently. 'You want me to have no skin left?' You rolled your eyes. Actually, don't answer that one.

Answer, Answers, Eye, Eyes, Innocently, Skins

I made it," you said, gruffly, "for you. " You shoved it onto my finger. It was roughly carved, shaped from a lump of something colourful and cold. . . a ring made entirely from a gemstone. It was beautiful. It glinted emerald greens and blood reds over my skin, and had tiny flecks of gold catching the light. I couldn't stop staring at it. "Why?" I asked. You didn't answer that. Instead you touched the ring gently and looked piercingly at me, unsaid questions in your eyes.

Beautiful, Entirely, Eye, Gruffly, Light, Skin

You moved my head so that it was lying in your lap. "Keep your eyes open," you said. "Stay with me. " I tried. It felt like I was using every muscle in my face. But I did it. I saw you from upside down, your lips above my eyes and your eyes above my lips. "Talk to me," you said. My throat felt like it was closing up, as if my skin had swollen, making my throat a lump of solid flesh. I gripped your hand. "Keep watching me, then," you said. "Keep listening.

Eye, Hand, Hands, Lips, Lying, Said

I mean, that star over there is blinking at me madly now, but for how long? An hour or two, or for the next million years? And how long will we sit here like this? Just another moment, or the rest of our lives? You know which one I'd prefer.

Mean, Million, Rest, Stars, Years

The people we care for aren't always the one we should

Care, People, Should

The sand stretched out gray and ghostlike and illuminated, a column of light leading forward. It was like something a dead person would see, a tunnel leading toward heaven.

Heaven, Leading, Light, Tunnel, Tunnels

You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

Eye, Long, Looks, Look, Time

But without humans, the wild would take over. It would only take a hundred years or so for nature to win again.

Hundred, Take, Win, Winning, Years

You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost. . . and for getting found. I'll take you there, you'd said. And I could say that I agreed.

Blood, Come, Disappearing, People, Running, Sleep

Everyone wanted answers I wasn't ready to give.

Answers, Everyone, Giving, Ready

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land. " "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you. " You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

Bought, Dying, Land, Lonely, Saving

It didn't make me glow. I felt more like I was fading away, like the world had forgotten me.

Fading Away, Felt, Forgotten, Like, World

I thought you didn't want to let me go.

Let, Let Me, Let Me Go, Thought, Want

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