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

You're so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet.

I said it, just like that. No stupid jokes, no changing the subject. For once, I wasn't embarrassed, because it was the truth. I had fallen. I think I had always been falling. And she might as well know, if she didn't already, because there was no going back now. Not for me.

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

I never loved you any more than I do, right this second. And I'll never love you any less than I do, right this second.

My life had taken a stranger turn than I could've ever imagined. What was I doing on this path? Where was I headed really? Who was I to take on a battle between powers I didn't understand— armed with a runaway cat, a uniquely bad drummer, a pair of garden shears, and an Ovaltine-drinking teen Galileo? To save a girl who didn't want to be saved?

You're not the only one falling