Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?” “Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me.

Don’t be afraid.” “I hear voices,” Iggy said. “Be very afraid.

Gazzy: "Captain, like the captain of a ship. And then Terror, you know, T-E-R-O-R.

Dogs, dogs, go away, let me live another day.

He gives my hand a tight squeeze, but that desperation, that urgency between us is gone. No insecurities. Max and Fang. Fang and Max. No longer a question. We just are.

I was always a good student, but I didn't read that much until I was 18 and I was working my way through college.

Love means never having to be apart