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

There's a tap on the door then. We all exchange looks, Tommy Falk's as uncertain as the rest of ours. No one moves, so I finally wipe my hands off on my pants, go to the door, and open it a crack. Sean stands on the other side, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a loaf of bread. I wasn't prepared for it to be Sean, so my stomach does a neat little trick that feels like either hunger or escaping.

The fact was, by the time she got to high school, being weird and proud of it was an asset. Suddenly cool, Blue could've happily had any number of friends. And she had tried. But the problem with being weird was that everyone else was 'normal'".

There's a metaphor for the American public in here," Gansey murmered darkly, "but it escapes me at the moment.

You two are a strange pair. You are a pair, aren't you?" "We're in training.

I try to think of something catchy to say, but there's nothing but irritation that something that was funny yo an eleven-year-old boy is still funny to a seventeen-year-old one.

Delia was an overbearing cake with condescending frosting, and frankly, I was on a diet.