I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?" Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.

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

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

Everyone under the age of sixty called it the War Between the States, while everyone over sixty called it the War of Northern Aggression, as if somehow the North had baited the South into war over a bad bale of cotton.Read

It was pretty obvious Lena wanted to be asked. Another mysterious thing about girls- they want to be asked to stuff even if they don't want to go.

Yeah, right. The things that I'm afraid of? You wouldn't even believe." "You're afraid to trust me.

I would love to say how nice it is to see you again, but that would be a lie. And I am nothing if not honest.