“Arelia looked up at Macon. "It's not the house that protects her. It's the boy. I've never seen anything like it. No Caster can come between them.”

“I watched for her hair to curl, the telltale Caster breeze. It didn't move. This wasn't Caster magic she was working. It was another kind altogether. She couldn't charm her way out from under Macon's watch. She would have to resort to older magic, stronger magic, the kind that had worked best on Macon from the time she first moved to Ravenwood. Plain old love.”

“And have her back by midnight. " "Is that some powerful Caster hour?" "No. It's her curfew. ”

“I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?"Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.”

“Lena's hair was sticking out in about fifteen directions, and her eyes were all small and puffy from crying. So this was what girls looked like in the morning. I had never seen one, not up close.”

“By the way, can you simplify 7x-2(4x-6)?I knew she could. She was already in Trig.What does that have to do with anything?Nothing. But I'm failing this quiz.She sighed.A Caster girlfriend had some perks.”

“So he's like a human compass? As far as superpowers go, that's pretty lame. You're like the Caster equivalent of Aquaman.”