If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.

Panic leads to carelessness, and carelessness creates accidents.

Because I knew it wasn't for forever." Grace touched his hair and he bent his head to kiss her, quiet as a secret.

The truth is, until you know any different, the island is enough. Actually, I know different. And it's still enough.

Would we be so enamored with dystopian fiction if we lived in a culture where violent death was a major concern? It wouldn't be escapism.

I couldn't imagine anyone ever reading a book enough to make it look like that. It looked like it had been driven over by a school bus after someone had taken a bath with it.

I thought you said scrying was a bad idea.” “It's like vodka,” Calla said. “It really depends on who's doing it.