Startled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were rough, chapped. She felt the sting of fangs against her bottom lip. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Mouth opening under hers. The smell of him- of cold, damp stone- made her head swim. One kiss slid into another and it was perfect, was exactly right, was real.

You really dug your own grave,” he mutters. “And I’m going to bury you in it.” “Say that louder,” I tell him, under my breath. “I dare you.

I'm a powerful being... a wizard," Corny said. "So don't try anything." "Yes," said the little faery, blinking black eyes rapidly. "No. Try nothing.

A second book that makes you rethink the first book is the Holy Grail of a series.

I survive at the edge of friends circles.

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

I'm sorry I kissed you- it was selfish and it upset you- but you can't ask me to pretend I didnt want to.