“1821," I told him, noting mailboxes of castles and pirate ships and the street numbers painted on them. I had to fis hmy penlight from my pack to see the numbers; streetlights were scarce, and the sky bulged with low, sooty clouds instead of helpful moonlight.”

“If I can't, then I'll paint the walls of her house red with my blood.”

“I kissed him, and even though it hurt my mouth, I didn't mind; Wyatt's kisses were worth suffering over.”

“I had the craziest idea that if I looked closely enough, maybe tilted his head toward the light, I'd be able to see into his brain.”

“Wanna see the rest of my happy place?”

“I caught her red-handed with her hands down his pants.""You did not," Fancy told Madda sternly, with as much dignity as she was able. "It was just one hand.”

“You're like rottweilers - they protect you from burglars, but nothing protects you from them.”