Oh- and grab the plastic bag over by my suitcase." I slug down the last of the coffee and get up. The bag contains panty hose. I put them on her desk. "They're for you." "You want me to look homeless, desperate, but also kind of fabulous?

Every hero is the villain of his own story.

She can’t help it. She loves the con. I tell myself I’m not like her, but I have to admit I love it too.

His words were still clear in her mind from that first meeting. "Whoever eats this will love you." She looked into the mirror, at her birthmark, bright as blood, at her kiss-stung lips, at the absurd smile stretching across her face. Carefully separating out the crushed pieces of shell, she pulled the dried pulp free from its cage of veins. Piece by piece, she put the sweet brown fruit in her own mouth and swallowed it down.

I envy what I fear and hate what I envy.

You sure you want to cross me?" In that moment she's her father's daughter.

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