“She inhaled a deep breath and prayed her mother wouldn't freak out. "I, um, met someone?" Also not exactly true, but she wasn't broaching the whole he's-an-ancientgod-who-came-to-life-through-my-snowman conversation. Not yet anyway. Maybe not ever.” — Laura Kaye Copy Share Image
“I prayed for her to leave so I could breath again. I prayed for her to buy a book so I would have to talk to her.” — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
