It was a promise she knew I might not be able to keep. But I made it anyway because I was going to find a way to make it true.

So either your a vampire or a perv. Which is it?

It’s funny how you can live somewhere your whole life, but not really see it.

And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew.

There was no one color that could paint Lena Duchannes. She was a red sweater and a blue sky, a gray wind and a silver sparrow, a black curl escaping from behind her ear.

Aw, come on. I barely speak English, unless we're talking about the Lowcountry kind.

"Well? Is it true? Did she?" "Did she what?" "You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?"