As I followed him along the sharp black stones, I could hear Link's voice in my head. "Bad move, man. He's gonna kill you, stuff you, and add you to his collection of idiots who followed him back to his creepy cave

When she slept, she looked peaceful, beautiful. Not Lena's kind of beautiful, something different. She looked content - like a sunny day, a cold glass of milk, an unopened book before you cracked the binding.

I watched the way they looked at each other. Any idiot could see they were in love, even if they were the only two idiots who couldn't.

There was no one color that could paint Lena Duchannes. She was a red sweater and a blue sky, a gray wind and a silver sparrow, a black curl escaping from behind her ear.

Writing a book is hard. It turns out, writing a second book is twice as hard.

I'm not even sure we remembered to kiss. What we had went deeper than a kiss

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