I held a nail in place and slammed it with the hammer. Best. Chore. Ever.

Fire is a fragile lover, court her well, neglect her not; her faith is like a misty smoke, her anger is destructive hot.

I feel like a fox in a henhouse full of Catholic girls.

Better stupid and safe that smart and dead.

There are no coincidences. And everything means something.

It was all I could do to not knock him down right there in front of Asher and climb on him. If I stunned him with a frying pan first, he might not struggle too much.

Stay here!" he commanded me, then he raced off after Cal. I stopped for just a moment. Then I ran after them.