She wants me to take out Patton.” Barron’s brows draw together. “Take out? As in transform him?” “No,” I say. “As in take out to dinner. She thinks we’d make a good couple.

You in trouble?” Sam asks. The way he says it, I wonder if he’s thinking about how to get out of here if I am.

Jewels, lies, slips of paper, dried flowers, memories of thing long past, useless quotations, idle hands, beads, buttons, and mischief.

I need your help," says the tiny figure. Her voice is sad and soft and sounds like Lila's, but with an odd accent that might just be how cats sound when they talk.

Poisonous jealousy thrummed through my veins.

More and more I feel like the boy who cut off his nose to spite his face.

You don't have to protect these people, Cassel." I am these people.