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

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.

Hey, Ethan." "Yeah?" "Remember the Twinkie on the bus? The one I gave you in second grade, the day we met?" "The one you found on the floor and gave me without telling me? Nice." He grinned and shot the ball. "It never really fell on the floor. I made that part up.

They're headed for some place called the Great Barrier." "A place that doesn't exist." Liv was shaking her head, checking the rotating dials on her wrist. Link pushed away his plate, still covered with food. "So let me get this straight. We're gonna go down into the Tunnels and find this moon outta time with Liv's fancy watch?" "Selenometer." Liv didn't look up from copying numbers from the dials into her red notebook.

It's the face the world sees, the one you can change as many times as you want

I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.

There was a curse. There was a girl. And in the end, there was a grave. I never even saw it coming.