“...if anyone bothered to search through the laurel bordering the asphalt he'd surely find handfuls of teeth that were said to give the laurel its odd milky color, ivory with a pale pink edge, each blossom forming the shape of… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
“Chelsea clapped her hand over her heart, melodramatically. "Using my love of chocolate against me. I have no choice but to crumble like a...chocolate cookie. Or whatever," She said when Laurel eyed her. "My metaphors suck. Let's go.” — Aprilynne Pike Copy Share Image
