Arelia looked up at Macon. "It's not the house that protects her. It's the boy. I've never seen anything like it. No Caster can come between them.

You're incredibly, absolutely, extremely, supremely, unbelievably different.

Everything in Gatlin was rigged. Why would the carnival games be any different?

There is a point. I don't know what it is, but everything I've had, and everything I've lost, and everything I felt—it meant something.

I don't know what happened. One minute, I was dreamin' about a fat piece of George Clooney and a hot date with some brown sugar pound cake, and the next thing I knew, the house was coming down on us.

The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

bent like the branches of a tree broken like the pieces of my heart cracked like the seventeenth moon shattered like the glass in the window the day we met