Imagine my delight and awe when I discovered such a thing was a real genre - contemporary fantasy or urban fantasy. It was like having my birthday twice in one week and cookie dough for breakfast.

You look like a puppy. Like I'm jingling my keys and you're jumping by the door waiting for your walk" "Woof.

If that moment had been a real thing, it would've been a butterfly, flapping and fluttering toward the sun.

You missed World Hist." "Did you get notes for me?" "No. I thought you were dead in a ditch.

...sensation of rightness, of saying the right thing atthe right time to the right person, that too-raresensation of having the right thing to say and believing it.

Blue was awfully fond of her father, considering she'd never met him.

But love isn't quantifiable on paper.