Got it. Demon. Death. Doom.

I wanted to find a place to hide from all of it, where the nightmares and the rivers and reality couldn't find me. For me, that place was always inside a book.

The story you are afraid to write is usually the one you are meant to tell.

What did you do to Amma?" "I was late to school." He studied my face. I studied his. "Number 2?" I nodded. "Sharp?" "Started out sharp and then she sharpened it.

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

The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.

Arelia looked up at Macon. "It's not the house that protects her. It's the boy. I've never seen anything like it. No Caster can come between them.