Yeah, but they're PURPLE pants," Bobby said as if that made some kind of distinction. "Hence, I'm awesome.

I still have the same friends I've had for the last 15 or 20 years.

Right then, it didn't matter what his reasons were. All I knew that I was sick of him breaking my heart.

I only saw fire and chandeliers and smoke. No people. Not the room. Not even a time frame. Do you know how many chandeliers there are in the south wing alone? What was I supposed to do? Tell everyone to avoid chandeliers forever?

Self-publishing is great, but I don't want to be an icon for it, or anything else.

I decided to go along with it. If he tried to give me the runaround, I would bolt. I didn't have time to waste on vague answers and evasive language. Matt and Rhys were captive, and Rhys couldn't even sit down.

the way it always did.