You might wish to revisit your understanding of the word everything.” Gregory turned to his mother. “Vocabulary and comprehension were never her strong suits.” Violet rolled her eyes. “Every day I marvel that the two of you managed to reach adulthood.” “Afraid we’d kill each other?” Gregory quipped. “No, that I’d do the job myself.

Most fiction series are written so that the reader can come in at any point and not feel lost, but if you can start at the beginning, why not?

She glared at him. "I'm not asking you to apologize." "Well, that's a relief.I doubt I could find the words.

It's the curse of motherhood. You're required to love us even when we vex you.

She smelled like England, of soft rain and sun-kissed meadows. And she felt like the best kind of heaven. He wanted to wrap himself around, bury himself within her, and stay there for all of his days. He hadn’t had a drop to drink in three years, but he was intoxicated now, bubbling with a lightness he’d never thought to feel again.

...I do not tell you often enough, dear Mother, how very grateful I am that I am yours. It is a rare parent who would offer a child such latitude and understanding. It is an even rarer one who calls a daughter friend. I do love you, dear Mama.

Do I look like a mess?” she asked. He nodded. “But you’re my mess,” he whispered.