“And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.”
“Truth casts a spell of its own.”
“The Sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.”
“Vee said," I'm trying to read the title he's holding…hang on…How to Be a Stalker." "He is not checking out a book with that title." But I wasn't so sure."It's either that or How to Radiate Sexy Without Trying.”
“The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever. Jacques Yves Cousteau”
“Nice tights," I snorted. Or I tried to snort, anyway. I'm not exactly sure how, though people in books are always doing it.”