“Do you have any idea how creepy that is, that you were in love with my mother and you're so....all over me?”

“Okay," I began. "You’re too old for me. You’re scary. It’s creepy that you were so all over my mom and now you’re all over me.”

“Did you feel me up when you were tying me down?" "Um, no. Did you want me to?""Well, it would have been nice.”

“Fury ignited behind my breastbone , a hot glow like coals blooming into something sharp and dangerous. It was the same old crap- someone thinking they can push you around because you're young, because you're helpless. You had to just sit there and take it because you were under a certain number , because you weren't a real person yet; you could be picked up and dropped like a toy, left behind or thrown away...”

“It's easy to get rid of people, Christophe. All you have to do is rely on them.”

“When you're wrecked, that's the only thing you can do, right? Hold on to whatever you can. Hold on hard.”

“My legs were on fire. All of me was burning and my back was a solid bar of pain. But it didn't matter.What mattered was Graved next to me, also rubbing my back and laughing like he'd just found Christmas in his pants.”