Jade Chang

All I wanted," Saina thought, "was to make someone feel something." Money can't do that. Just looking at a dollar bill did nothing to your emotions ___ou have to make money or lose money for it to make you feel anything. You can earn it, win it, lose it, save it, spend it, find it, but you can't sell it because you never really own it. On the other hand, you didn't have to possess a song or a sculpture for it to make you feel something _ you only had to experience it. So why did collectors want to collect? What feeling were they pursuing?

It's not that he was flirting, unless flirting was just about wanting to really see someone. People thought that someone like him ___ood-looking, young, cool clothes ___as going to be dismissive, and when he wasn't, when he was just easy and open with them, they glowed. It was a feeling he tried to re-create a hundred times a day, in every interaction. It also calmed him. If he looked at someone and they looked at him and there was a true connection, no matter how brief, then it meant that he didn't need to replay the encounter anxiously afterwards, trying to find where it had all gone wrong.

I__ not going to be part of this,_ said Leo. He opened his hand and dropped the flowers. Fragrant, obedient, they beheaded themselves on Saina__ salvaged-wood floors.

She had headed towards town aimlessly, looking for the kind of escape that could be found only in a solitary walk through a crowd.

He did it for that bubbling, champagne-in-the-veins high, that desire to be part of someone else__ new life, someone else__ realised potential.Vampires must feel like that.

As many Chinas as there were, there were that many Charleses as well. Every immigrant is the person he might have been and the person he is, and his homeland is at once the place it would have been to him from the inside and the place it must be to him from the outside.