It's hard to imagine a place like that really exists. People have been judging me my whole life.

We are given to the great, for great purpose, to great ends. We are given to the grave, for grave purposes, to grave ends.

Flying or falling, it's up to us.

Writing a book is hard. It turns out, writing a second book is twice as hard.

I wish I could print up a sign and tape it on my forehead. I OFFICIALLY DO NOT WANT TO KISS ETHAN WATE. NOW PLEASE LET ME BE FRIENDS WITH HIM.

I didn't want to choose one world. I wanted to be part of both. I didn't want to see only one side of the sky. I wanted to see it all.

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?