It's the face the world sees, the one you can change as many times as you want

I watched for her hair to curl, the telltale Caster breeze. It didn't move. This wasn't Caster magic she was working. It was another kind altogether. She couldn't charm her way out from under Macon's watch. She would have to resort to older magic, stronger magic, the kind that had worked best on Macon from the time she first moved to Ravenwood. Plain old love.

A little-known fact about me: I read all the time.

Lies, lies are the place where darkness grows.

It was all so clear now. Like everything had been lost in darkness, and then the sun came out. Some moments are like that.

If a girl says not to get her a birthday present that means get me a birthday present and make sure it's jewelry.

The thing about fate is, are you the master of your fate, or are the stars?