I felt a tickle on my skin; it took me a moment to realize that Cole was driving his die-cast Mustang up my arm. He was laughing to himself, hushed and infectious, as if there was still any reason to be quite.
Maggie StiefvaterI thought you said scrying was a bad idea.” “It's like vodka,” Calla said. “It really depends on who's doing it.
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