I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don't dare to let out.

Hamish smiled and rubbed his hands together. "Sure we can. What do you say? Pigs in a Blanket?" He leaned over the cool counter and raised his eyebrows at Gabrielle. "The only way I'll get under a blanket with you is if both of us are on fire," she told him.

I think the canary left some feathers in there after you ate it.

So you just...left?' Zach huffed. 'All the cool kids are doing it.

Of course, the downside of attending a fictional school is that our lacrosse team sucks.

Tell me Zach.” I don’t know if it was the wind or the adrenaline, but I shivered. “And don’t lie to me.

If he'd looked like a cross between Mr. Clooney and, say, one of the hobbits, I probably would have been far more capable of coherent thought.