I would kill for a cheeseburger. Honestly. If I stumbled across someone eating a cheeseburger, I would kill them for it.

Are you okay?" I (Cassie) call up to him. "Um. Define okay." (Ben) "Okay means you're not bleeding to death." "I'm okay.

A man lies upon the floor, spreads his arms, and transforms himself into a ship of a thousand sails.

When you look death in the eye and death blinks first, nothing seems impossible.

If the world breaks a million and one promises, can you trust the million and second?

I was woefully ignorant in the social graces. I was being raised, after all, by Pellinore Warthrop.

He asks me what happened to my leg. I told him I was shot by a shark. He doesn't react. Doesn't seem confused or amused or anything. Like getting shot by a shark is a perfectly natural thing in the aftermath of the arrival.