All friendships are negotiations of power.

Greg stands up, wiping his mouth. "I saw your mother's trial in the paper, Sharpe. I know you're just like her." "If I was, I would make you beg to blow me," I sneer.

Nevermore," Lolli said. "That's what Luis calls it, because there are three rules: Never more than once a day, never more than a pinch at a time, and never more than two days in a row.

Downstairs, Grandad's warning Barron about something. His voice swells, and I catch the words, "In my day we were feared. Now we're just afraid.

If you keep it," Daneca says, "he'll have his claws in you." Everyone has their claws in me. Everyone.

I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman--taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.

I'm afraid that whatever I touch is spoilt by the contact." "I'm not scared of being spoiled," Val said.