When a girl cries, few things are more worthless than a boy

You get a good review, and it’s like crack. You need another hit. And another. And another. I know authors are like Tinkerbell and generally need applause to survive, but it’s a slippery slope.

I'm a monster, you know. I'm one of the dangerous ones. No you aren't, he promised. Your one of us.

Maybe nothing will ever change for us,” he said. “But don’t you want to be around just in case it does?

I bet it gets pretty lonely with only your ego for company.

—I don't want to lose you —Then why are you the one that keeps letting go?

Owain crossed his arms over his chest. "I've gone straight. Only good, clean jobs for me now." "So, in other words," North said, "you're living in poverty?