Kissing Simon was pleasant. It was a gentle sort of pleasant, like lying in a hammock on a summer day with a book and a glass of lemonade

Damnit.' Isabelle, standing in the mouth of the alley, her wet black hair like a cloak around her shoulders, kicked a trash can out of her way and glowered. 'Oh, for goodness's sake,' she said. 'I can't believe you two. Why? What's wrong with bedrooms? And pivacy?

We are one now, little brother, you and I," Sebastian said. "We are one.

I rather wonder what I am doing here. I enjoy city life, you know. The glittering lights, the constant companionship, the liquid entertainment. The lack of sudden monkeys.

No one blames her." "That never matters," said Alec. "Not when you blame yourself.

We don't require luck," said Will, "we have a heavenly mandate, after all. With God on your side, what does luck matter?

I can see why you like it here, there's a thin layer of nerd all over everything.