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.

Sharpie? A mischievous smile spread across her face. I thought you said you couldn't control your powers. Beginner's luck.

I needed to touch her, like I needed to breathe.

I almost ran you down, remember? I have to be nice to you, so you don't have me arrested.

falling not flying one lost muddy shoe like the lost worlds between me and you

In Light there is Dark, and in Dark there is Light.

There are lots of things we choose not to see. Doesn't mean they aren't there, even if we wish they weren't.