A little-known fact about me: I read all the time.

The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.

She leaned into my shoulder. "Maybe you don't have to be a Caster to have power." I pushed her hair behind her ear. "Maybe you just have to fall for one.

The guys were going down one road, and I was going down another.

I'm just the librarian. I can only give you the books. I can't give you the answers.

Age-appropriate makeup? Who are you people? What makeup is age-appropriate for a seven-year-old?

I watched for her hair to curl, the telltale Caster breeze. It didn't move. This wasn't Caster magic she was working. It was another kind altogether. She couldn't charm her way out from under Macon's watch. She would have to resort to older magic, stronger magic, the kind that had worked best on Macon from the time she first moved to Ravenwood. Plain old love.