surrounded by strangers who love me (un)strangers made strange by pain

The library was home away from home to my mom, and my family. We had spent every Sunday afternoon there since I was a little boy, wandering around the stacks, pulling out every book with a picture of a pirate ship, a knight, a soldier, or an astronaut. My mom used to say, "This is my church, Ethan. This is how we keep the Sabbath holy in our family.

Jewelry, I'm telling you. It's a thing. And love. And maybe danger.

moments bleed together, no span to time

I'd ridden to school with Link every day since kindergarten, when we became best friends after he gave me half his Twinkie on the bus. I only found out later it had fallen on the floor.

Lena Smoothed her hair. "Crazy weather you have down here.

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