Nothing was quite like it was supposed to be.

Irony is the word I forget the meaning of immediately after I look it up, but I kind of feel like I live in a constant state of it.

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

I followed your footsteps," he said, in answer to the unspoken question. "Snow makes it easy." I had been tracked, like a bear. "Sorry to make you go to all that trouble," I said. "I didn't have to go that far, really. You're about three streets over. You just kept going in loops." A really inept bear.

I read two mysteries a day when I was a kid. All of Agatha Christie, all of 'Sherlock Holmes.' I've seen every single British detective show ever made.

Nothing was quite like it was supposed to be.

This wasn't a position she wanted to be in. And yet . . . yet she knew that she was going to do it anyway.