Sometimes,” Sam says, “I can’t tell when you’re lying.” “I never lie,” I lie.

I would remain nearer you for what time there is." "Gone in one faerie sigh," she quoted. Leather-clad fingers brushed over her short hair, rested on her cheek. "I can hold my breath.

We have about three hours of homework a night, and our evening study period is only two hours, so if you want to spend the break at half-past-nine not freaking out, you have to cram. I'm not sure that the picture of the wide-eyed zombie girl biting out the brains of senior douchebag James Page is part of Sam's homework, bit if it is, his physics teacher is awesome.

I don't lie," I lied.

I'm afraid my voice is going to break. I am afraid she is going to hear how much this hurts.

What an author doesn't know could fill a book.

To remind me, pain is the best teacher