The greatest and most powerful revolutions often start very quietly, hidden in the shadows. Remember that.

Seth moved behind me, his presence steady and reassuring. Waiting to catch me, even though I refused to fall just yet.

He anxiously touched his hair. "I think my hair gel's frozen.

Sage," he said. "What are you wearing?" I sighed and stared down at the dress. "I know. It's red. Don't start. I'm tired of hearing about it." "Funny," he said. "I don't think I could ever get tired of looking at it.

The question was which spell did I make? Which did I have time to make? The answer was eerily simple. I had time to make all of them.

There’s a big difference between death threats and love letters–even if the person writing the death threats still claims to actually love you. Of course, considering I once tried to kill someone I loved, maybe I had no right to judge.

He's been out for a while," she said. "You ready to take a break?" Hopper could exist in this living form or be transformed into a small statue, which helped avoid uncomfortable questions when people came by. Only she could transform him though. "Yeah. He keeps trying to eat my paints. And I don't want him to watch me kiss you goodbye.