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.

The row of dolls watched her impassively from the bookshelf, their tea party propriety almost certainly offended.

I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.

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.

I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.

You are the only thing I have that is neither duty nor obligation, the only thing I chose for myself. The only thing I want.

The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke.