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.

Don’t spit down my back and tell me it’s raining.

I need to talk to Lena" There it was. I'd finally said it. The one thing that had kept me from being able to exhale all day. The thing that had made me feel like I couldn't sit down, like I couldn't stay. Like I had to get up and go somewhere, even if I had nowhere to go.

It was crazy how a hearse and a pair of sneakers could cheer a guy up.

There are no coincidences.

I grabbed Aunt Prue's tiny hand, her fingers as small as bare twigs in winter. I closed my eyes and took her other hand, twisting my strong fingers together with her frail ones. I rested my forehead against our hands and closed my eyes. I imagined lifting my head up and seeing her smiling, the tape and tubes gone. I wondered if wishing was the same thing as praying. If hoping for something badly enough could make it happen.

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