She leaned toward me, offering her neck, and I kissed her just behind her ear.

This is Rilke. I wish I had written it for you.

The best-case scenario here is that you make friends with a boy who's going to die." "Ah," said Calla, in a very, very knowing way. "Now I see." "Don't psychoanalyse me," her mother said. "I already have. And I say again, 'ah'.

Who need to read about real life when there's dragons. Come on!

This new world was a vicious, sleek world made of street lights and tight jeans, sharp smiles and fast cars. This was a city, edited. A city, pared down to its bare minimums, beautiful and abusive.

Do you think I just turn my secrets out for everyone?" He is unfazed. "I didn't know they were secrets," he says. "Or I wouldn't have asked.

...and we sat like that, one creature in two bodies, for a long time, until I forgot what I'd been upset about and I was myself again.