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.

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

Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be.

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew

I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?" Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.

I don't know what happened. One minute, I was dreamin' about a fat piece of George Clooney and a hot date with some brown sugar pound cake, and the next thing I knew, the house was coming down on us.

the missing piece my breath my heart my memory me the other half the missing half