Let others wage war. You, lucky Austria, shall marry.

People only worry about the uncanny for about a week; that's the end of their attention span. After that, suspicions turn into shtick.

She smiled, turning toward Alek. "You don't know what a friend you have in Dylan.

There was a species of middle pretty who smiled at everything: happy smile, disappointed smile, you're-in-trouble smile.

I'd watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal - against normal, not beside it. Locks didn't cure; they strangled.

I spilled more times than a glass of milk on a roller coaster.

Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.