10:38 AM - Third period. Kaylee has no class this period. I have no one to kill. Coincidence, or fate?

Unfortunately, unless the job description included a translation of the prologue of The Canterbury Tales, I was dreadfully under-qualified.

I should have mixed something stronger than Coke floats.

There's pressure, but that's true no matter who you are or what you do.

Leave the door open," my dad said, the second most common warning in his arsenal. Right behind, "Nash, go home.

I was no suffragette, but I was pretty sure the he-can’t-control-himself defense was a big, stinky load of horseshit.

And I met Madeline's necromancer. His name's Luca." "A death detector?" Tod made a face. "That's creepy." "It gets weirder. He's dating Sophie." "On purpose?