“Free caffeine and sugar, a recipe for making friends.”

“A confession: I am not a good friend. Lyndsey writes letters, Lyndsey makes calls. Lyndsey makes plans. Everything I do is in reaction to everything she does, and I’m terrified of the day she decides not to pick up the phone, not to take the first step. I’m terrified of the day Lyndsey outgrows my secrets, my ways. Outgrows me.”

“We make a good team, Mackenzie Bishop.” “We do.” We do, and that is the thing that tempers the heat beneath my skin, checks the flutter of girlish nerves. This is Wesley. My friend. My partner. Maybe one day my Crew. The fear of losing that keeps me in check.”

“I will set you free,” he says just before he buries the knife in my chest, and I wake up.”

“And the boy whose temper seemed tethered to the air itself…they didn’t know what to make of him.”

“Fear is strange thing. It has the power to make people close their eyes, turn away. Nothibg good grows out of fear.”

“The Archive makes us monsters. And then it breaks the ones who get too strong, and buries the ones who know too much.”