“Books?" Ridley looked disgusted. "Carry?”

“Are you accusing me of reading? ~ Ridley”

“Maybe Ridley was like chicken pox; you could only catch it once.”

“I don’t think Kitchen makes this. What’s it called again?""Jell-O Surprise." Link grinned."What’s the surprise?" Ridley examined the red gelatin more closely."What they put in it.”

“And you couldn’t control who you loved, even if you wanted to. That had been Genevieve’s problem with Ethan Carter Wate. It had been Uncle Macon’s problem with Lila, Link’s with Ridley. Probably even Ridley’s with Link.Love was how all these knots started to unravel in the first place.”

“Obviously the whole Wayward thing hasn't been explained to you properly. You don't have any superpowers. You can't leap over tall buildings in a single bound or fight Dark Casters with your magic cat. Basically, you're a glorified tour guide who's no better equipped to face a bunch of Dark Casters than Mary P. over here-Ridley”

“When she slept, she looked peaceful, beautiful. Not Lena's kind of beautiful, something different. She looked content - like a sunny day, a cold glass of milk, an unopened book before you cracked the binding.”