She sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.
Holly BlackYou really dug your own grave,โ he mutters. โAnd Iโm going to bury you in it.โ โSay that louder,โ I tell him, under my breath. โI dare you.
Holly BlackI'm not good at having friends. I mean, I can make myself useful to people. I can fit in. I get invited to parties and I can sit at any table I want in the cafeteria. But actually trusting someone when they have nothing to gain from me just doesn't make sense. All friendships are negotiations of power.
Holly Black