because talent alone doesn't make an artist

People were freaked out, but they showed it in weird ways. Back home, people would have been weeping and doing a lot of very public group hugs. At Wexford people just aggressively pretended nothing had happened.

Walk really, really carefully. It's not complicated, but if you mess up, you'll die, so pay attention.

Prefects. I had learned this one. Student council types, but with superpowers. They who must be obeyed.

One thing," I said, when we had broken apart and the swirling feeling in my head subsided. "Maybe...don't tell your mom too much about this. I think she has ideas." "What?" he asked, all innocence, as he put an arm around my shoulders and led me back toward his house. "Don't your parents cheer and stare when you make out with someone? Is that weird where you come from? I guess they don't get to see it much, though. From jail, I mean." "Shut it, Weintraub. If I knock you down in the snow, these kids will swarm and eat you.

I ran like a thing that runs.

I'm Keith," he said, "and you're . . . clearly mad, but what's your name?