“It was the kind of conversation you could only hold in whispers.”

“Even the way he was the only man she’d ever met who both could and dared to hold up his side of a conversation with her.”

“It is dark. You cannot see. Only the hint of stars out the broken window. And a voice as old as the Snake from the Garden whispers, 'I will hold your hand.”

“You could rattle the stars," she whispered. "You could do anything, if only you dared. And deep down, you know it, too. That’s what scares you most.”

“I so wanted out of this conversation, but it was like a car accident: Once you started spinning, you could only wait and see what you hit.”

“How...how are you doing, Jace?'Holding on. Just barely. Charlie?'Charlie's tone is almost conversational. 'Kind of getting the urge to kill both of you. Think I'm gonna head back.'Sure, okay, no problem.'Yeah, yeah, good idea. You do that.”