There's something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are.

I'll drive like my grandma. I'll drive like your grandma." "You wouldn't say that if you knew my gramma.

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.

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

Any book is a Good Book, and wherever they keep the Good Book safe is also the House a the Lord.

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.

As I followed him along the sharp black stones, I could hear Link's voice in my head. "Bad move, man. He's gonna kill you, stuff you, and add you to his collection of idiots who followed him back to his creepy cave