I didn’t break his jaw, but if he lays a hand on you, it will be the first of many things to break,” Patch said.

You’re impinging on my private space,” I said, inching backward. Patch gave a barely-there smile. "Impinging? This isn’t the SAT, Nora.

I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night's rain. Or Angel Magic

The truth is scary, but knowing nothing is crippling.

Guess who has PE first hour? This is so unfair. I start the day off perspiring like an elephant in heat. Don't the people who make up our schedule understand body odor? Don't they understand frizzy hair? ~Vee

They said the moment I fell in love with you was the moment you'd leave.

A girl could lather up in soap like that.