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Like everything was real, but nothing mattered.

Don't you see, Owen?"
"See what?"
"The day's over.

Funny how when we start to tell a secret, we can't stop. Something falls open in us, and the sheer momentum of letting go pushes us on.

But all cities were icebergs, the real power underneath

The world isn't that black-and-white, is it? It doesn't all boil down to with or against. Some of us just want to stay alive.

I can see why my daughter likes you."
"Do you think she's falling for my dashing good looks, my charm, or the fact that I supply her with pastries?

I mean, most people want to escape. Get out of their heads. Out of their lives. Stories are the easiest way to do that.

We do it, Jackson, because compassion must be louder than pride.

Do you ever wonder why music brings a soul to surface? What makes beauty work as well as pain?

And she was *happy*. The kind of happy that smoothed time into still frames.

Isn't it strange? It's like after they die, you're only allowed to remember the good. But no one's all good.

Not with a bang, but with a whimper.
In with gunfire and out with smoke.

Lying is easy. But it's lonely.

There's a big difference between can't and won't.

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

And whatever lie he would have given, it died on his lips as they met hers.

Magic is tangled, so you must be smooth.
Magic is wild, so you must be tame.
Magic is chaos, so you must be calm.
Are you calm, Kell?

Only fools and cowards scorned fear. Fear keeps you alive.

Are you afraid of your own shadow?

Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.

Kate collapsed onto a bench seat. "You were right" she said. "worst plan ever".
"Told you". Said Agust, sinking onto his knees.

The morning is a stealthy hunter, my father used to say. It sneaks up quiet and quick on the night and overtakes it.

I watch him fight back a smile and lose. What comes through isn't smug, or even crooked. It's proud. And I can't help it. I smile a little too.

Let them think you a demon or a god," she said. "Let them fear you. It does not
matter."
"It matters a great deal to me," he snapped.

Magda looks at me as if I've gone mad. Or I've grown up. It's kind of the same thing.

Being. Not being. Giving in. Holding out. No matter what I do, it hurts.

You really are like him, your father."
"I can't tell whether you think that's good or bad."
"What does it matter? It's simply true.

We are the darkest acts made light.

Anger flared through him, but anger was unproductive so he twisted it into pragmatism while he searched for a flaw.

All Eli had to do was smile. All Victor had to do was lie. Both proved frighteningly effective.

He flashed up in her vision like a flare, auburn hair and that constant furrow between his eyes: one blue, one black. Antari. Magic boy. Prince.

Like I said, Kenzie. Everything ends. I'm not afraid to die," you say with a wan smile. "I just hope I'm smart enough to stay dead.

I know it hurts," she said. "So make it worth the pain.

Victor hated loud music almost as much as he hated crowds of drunk people.

It's a monster's world.

The perfectly good car comes with a perfectly dangerous girl.

Nobody gets to stay the same.

It was a cruel trick of the universe, thought August, that he only felt human after doing something monstrous.

The prince shrugged. Who needs magic when you look this good?

Kate wondered who was more addicted to their high, serial killers or coffee addicts.

All he knew was that he was a body in search of motion.

Every weakness exposes flesh," he'd said, "and flesh invites a knife.

Because you don't think I'm a bad person," he said. "And I don't want to prove you wrong.

What a mess. Truths are messy and lies are messy, and I don't care what Da said, it's impossible to cut a person into pielike pieces, neat and tidy.

I feel connected to you, and I couldn't bear the thought of that being severed. Lost.

If Verity's sins were knives, quick and vicious, then Prosperity's were poison. Slow, insidious, but just as deadly.

I've been thinking."
"A dangerous pursuit."
"Indeed.

Knowledge is power," she finishes, and I open my eyes to find her rounding the chair, "but ignorance can be a blessing.

Doubt is like a current you have to swim against, one that saps your strength.

The witching hour, people used to call it, that dark time when restless spirits reached for freedom.

I am a man, not a movement," he said. "But if a movement is what it takes to end this war, then I will play my part.

Everything is valuable, in its own way. Everything is full of history.

I suppose it doesn't matter how they get out. All that matters is they do. And when they do, they must be found. They must go back.

Ben is ten and he's dead. But he's not gone. Not for me.

It becomes a game, whispered and breathless.
"I hide who I am."
"I fight with the dead."
"I lie to the living."
"I am alone.

Victor didn't want to run while Eli was busy trying to fly.

Are you proud of yourself, Katherine?"
She studied her nails. "Quite.

I am a horrible hollow kind of tired; all I want is quiet and rest.

Not much of a morning person?"
"Such a useless time of day," she said, dragging herself upright and taking the cup. "Can't sleep. Can't steal.

The wind took hold of whatever I felt, and ran away with it.

Kell used to feel like a possession. Now he felt like a prisoner.

Home. The word still tastes like sandpaper in my mouth. But it makes Mom smile - a tired, true smile - so it's worth it.

Word of mouth was its own kind of magic.

I'd rather be able to see the truth than live a lie.

Fear is a strange thing," he used to say. "It has the power to make people close their eyes, turn away. Nothing good grows out of fear.

I gave him my life, but you cannot ask me to stop living.

I am not afraid of nightmares, because mine came true and I lived through them.

A person chose their path. Or they made a new one.

What do schools do that for?" he grumbles. "What's the point of summer if they give you homework?"
"Exactly!

This whole thing," I say, slumping against the doorway, "it's a lot of change. I just needed some space.

Bad magic, Kell had called it.
No, thought Lila now. Clever magic.
And clever was more dangerous than bad any day of the week.

You sure have a lot of piercings for a guy with a needle phobia."
"I am the master of my fears

Safe. That is a pretty word.

Agatha has a dangerous ease about her. She's the kind of person you want to like you.

Why are there so many shadows in the world, Kate? Shouldn't there be just as much light?

I want to believe that there's more. That we could be more. Hell, we could be heroes.

Even if surviving wasn't simple, or easy, or fair.
Even if he could never be human.
He wanted the chance to matter.
He wanted to live.

More of a cookie person, myself. No offense to the other baked goods. I just like cookies.

Don't tell me you're afraid of heights," she said, shimmying along the edge.
"Not heights," he murmured. "Just falling.

Serena was very good at telling tales. She had always been convincing (that was the word her sister liked to use for lying).

Free caffeine and sugar, a recipe for making friends.

Ignorance may be bliss, but only if it outweighs curiosity. Curiosity is a gateway drug to sympathy.

Maybe one day the words will pour out like so many others, easy and smooth and on their own. Right now they take pieces of me with them.

Perhaps it is in our best interest to... to surrender rather than waste words.

Everything breaks . . .

If you don't show, I'm likely to do something foolish, like throw myself at Aluc-

The bodies in my floor all trusted someone. Now I walk on them to tea.

When no one understands, that's usually a good sign that you're wrong.

...something more than the sum of its parts-

People are made of so many fragile pieces.

I don't want to be forgotten.

So stop fighting. Let the noise go white. Let it be like water. And float.

But after a year of tiptoeing through our lives, trying not to set off memories like landmines.

You can't be two people. You end up being neither.

You are crazy," he says. "You are a crazy, amazing girl. And you scare the hell out of me." I smile.

Her world became a heavy beat, a rhythm, an angry voice.

A death is traumatic. Vivid enough to mark any surface, to burn in like light on photo paper.

People are users. It's a universal truth. Use them, or they'll use you.

There would be a time to call the music. Time to summon the souls.

People are made up of so many small details. Some - like the smell of cookies baking - we can recreate. Or at least try.