Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back.

I am not a huge fan of the one-sided pining romances where the guy is a perfect love-object because we don't see inside his head.

Eleanor's voice was below zero. 'My finest horse to whichever faerie in this room brings me that woman's left eye.' My thoughts exactly.

When did you get so smart?" He tapped his forehead. "Brain transplant. They put in a whale's. I'm passing all my classes with my eyes closed now, but I just can't get over this craving for krill." He shrugged. "And I feel sorry for the whale that got my brain. Probably swimming around Florida now trying to catch glimpses of girls in bikinis.

Kissing in front of the loveless is an act of cruelty.

I think that’s a mercy of this island, actually, that it won’t give us our terrible memories for long, but let us keep the good ones for as long as we want them.

In his head, his mother said, 'People shout when they don’t have the vocabulary to whisper'.