Sometimes things aren't what they seem and even a Seer can't see what's commin'.

I was lost before I found her in my dreams, and she found me that day in the rain. I knew it seemed like I was always the one trying to save Lena, but the truth was she had saved me, and I wasn't ready for her to stop now.

Sunday night, I reread The Catcher in the Rye until I felt tired enough to fall asleep. Only I never got tired enough. And I couldn't read, because reading didn't feel the same.

Macon, wet from the raindrops for the first time.

The beginning of a book is always the hardest part for me. I'm a Chapter 3 kind of writer, which means I naturally start at Chapter 3.

Because saving the people you love isn't stupid. It isn't even a choice

At least no one's trying to kill anyone. Give them about fifteen minutes