This is a fairy tale with teeth and claws.

Why can't you like me?" he said, his voice breaking. His scent steamed then, hot and heady with a welter of contradictions: apples and fire and electric roil of those cold, black shadows. "Why can't you like me just a little?" She would never know how she might have answered, because he never gave her the chance. Instead, he kissed her.

They call it the drowning instinct. It's when drowning doesn't look like drowning. (pg. 241)

The familiar was usually invisible; how many people really noticed everything they saw?

As the dog sprinted back, Jack said to the girl, "Sweetheart,honey, why do you have to be so hateful?" "Why not?" Ellie said. "It's not like being good ever got me anywhere.

So I need the story, Jenna. I need the truth. Right, like the two are the same thing.

Follow your heart. Just don't get lost.