“So here I am, a crazy old warrior following a crazy young man and a crazy grey wolf into the middle of nowhere in the mountains, on a hunt for you.” — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“Nan was shocked. "What a jerk! Mina, you must feel awful. He didn't try to take advantage of you, did he? I'm so mad-… — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“Mina penned the jubilant words into her blue spiral notebook with her favorite ballpoint pen. She faithfully used the same pen when writing all… — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“Sometimes love is worth fighting for. And if you don’t fight for it, then it slips through your fingers.” — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“She had always known that Jared was attractive. His dark hair, strong jaw, and gray eyes made him irresistible,” — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“For once in her life, Mina was thankful for the pixie’s interference. Now, if she could only interfere and find a way for Mina… — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“Mina turned in dread and then froze, her heart beating loudly in her ears. He was right there, standing mere feet from her. Jared.” — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“She never used to compare her appearance to Nan, but now that Brody was so near both of them again, she couldn’t help but let the comparisons ride out. She was definitely the ugly duckling. “Mina,” Nan interrupted her thoughts, “you look so cute today. Tell me, is it because of a guy? It is, isn’t it? Who is it?”… — Chanda Hahn Copy Share
“Thanks.” She immediately wanted to bash her head into the dashboard. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She was so stupid.” — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
“Mina. You’re the one who saved Brody!” Her confusion disappeared and her face lit with happiness. “We have much to thank you for…oh, Brody, watch out!” she practically shouted. Just when Mina had begun to wonder about Mrs. Carmichael’s strange re-enactment, she heard a sickening crunch of metal on metal and turned to see her bike crushed to smithereens beneath… — Chanda Hahn Copy Share
“Savannah White, the most popular girl in school, mouthing the words “you’re dead.” — Chanda Hahn Copy Share Image
