It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.

The toes of our ratty black sneakers touched.

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

You're so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet.

You can't jump off a cliff when you have already fallen off a bigger one.

There was a choice to be made, and Lena hadn't made it. The songs never lied. At least, they hadn't yet.

So either your a vampire or a perv. Which is it?