There are only two reasons a non-seer would see a spirit on St. Mark's Eve," Neeve said. "Either you're his true love . . . or you killed him.

I remember [in teenage years] thinking there were a lot of check boxes out there to sort teens into appropriate molds, and they didn't seem to make check boxes for whatever it was that I had grown up into. I definitely explore that a lot in my novels.

Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.

Tommy grabs my waist and swings me around in a circle. I drag my feet because i am opposed to people touching me when I'm not expecting it. Also because it will take more than dancing to cheer me up.

Clutter is my natural habitat.

I looked good when I sang the end.

Not dead-dying. Funny how two things could be so similar and yet so far apart