I hated myself, but I also loved myself in a hateful way.

It's one thing to keep secrets. It's quite another to lie.

I hope you don’t mind my joining you,” said Leanne. I minded. After all, she’d tried to kill me. A girl in a novel would say it was hard to believe, but it wasn’t.

I’m not really the sacrificing type.

It's the picnic principle. Things taste better outdoors. And if it's a forbidden thing, so much the better.

Blast Cecil!” said Eldric. “You have my permission,” I said.

People think me a sort of Florence Nightingale, but I have no heroic qualities. I simply don’t feel very much.