You almost hold up your piece of paper and say, ‘The girl I like just gave me a treasure map to herself.’ But you don’t. You just don’t.

Nothing made you feel so useless as another person's grief.

A thousand things might have stopped me from being here right now, but instead, a thousand things brought me here.

Zuzana arched an eyebrow. She was a master of the eyebrow arch, and Karou envied her for it. Her own eyebrows did not function independently of each other, which handicapped her expressions of suspicion and disdain.

Was there any fate more bitter than to get what you long for most, when it's too late?

It’s not stalking if you don't follow them home, right?

Where am I and doing what? You might well ask. Freaky chick, you say? You can't imagine. I am priestess of a sandcastle in a land of dust and starlight.