Nightmares end. That's how you know they're nightmares.

surrounded by strangers who love me (un)strangers made strange by pain

And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew.

DEMON MATH What is JUST in a world you've ripped in two as if there could be a half for me a half for you what is FAIR when there is nothing left to share what is YOURS when your pain is mine to bear this sad math is mine this mad path is mine subtract they say don't cry back to the desk try forget addition multiply and i reply this is why remainders hate division.

My life had taken a stranger turn than I could've ever imagined. What was I doing on this path? Where was I headed really? Who was I to take on a battle between powers I didn't understand— armed with a runaway cat, a uniquely bad drummer, a pair of garden shears, and an Ovaltine-drinking teen Galileo? To save a girl who didn't want to be saved?

Writing a book is hard. It turns out, writing a second book is twice as hard.

We don't get to chose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it.