Darkness, true darkness, is something more than lack of light.

Don’t spit down my back and tell me it’s raining.

She was my destination. I was always on the way to Lena, even when I wasn't. Even when she wasn't on her way to me.

The Sisters were Southern Baptist, and they went to church on Saturdays and Sundays, and most other days, too.

I said it, just like that. No stupid jokes, no changing the subject. For once, I wasn't embarrassed, because it was the truth. I had fallen. I think I had always been falling. And she might as well know, if she didn't already, because there was no going back now. Not for me.

Because when every day is the End of Days, after a while they feel pretty much like every other day, even though you know that's crazy. And nothing is the same.

Coming into your powers can be a very confusing time. Perhaps there is a book on the subject. If you like, we can go see Marian." Yeah, right. Choices and Changes. A Modern Girl's Guide to Casting. My Mom Wants to Kill Me: A Self-Help Book For Teens.