Don’t ever trust anyone who’s writing a book. They make up lies for a living. — Rosemary Clement-Moore Copy Share Image
She was the only creature in the world who would really care if something happened to me, even if it was only because I… — Rosemary Clement-Moore Copy Share Image
“That was the thing about the Goodnight world. No matter what the label said, you could never assume anything only worked like magic.” — Rosemary Clement-Moore Copy Share Image
You're not hurt, are you?" "Only my delicate sensibilities. — Rosemary Clement-Moore Copy Share Image
“Just FYI," I told Phin, "he was flirting with you." She looked at me, then at Mark's departing form. "Oh. That explains a lot.… — Rosemary Clement-Moore Copy Share Image
[W]hen Ben was kissing me, the whole world retreated. I felt things I'd never felt before, in places I never knew were connected. But I was pretty sure that whatever was buzzing against my thigh was not normal. For one thing, it was ringing. Ben dragged his mouth away from mine and mumbled a curse that was a little shocking… — Rosemary Clement-Moore Copy Share
“In two more weeks, you'll have to stop calling me that, *Jack*.' 'In two more weeks, I'll still be too old for you.' I… — Rosemary Clement-Moore Copy Share Image
Oh My God," I blurted, grabbing onto Phin as we faced the open bedroom door. "It's the axe murderer." "I doubt he would knock,"… — Rosemary Clement-Moore Copy Share Image
Screw you, John." "Sorry, Sylvie. Can't—they frown on that kind of thing between step-siblings. — Rosemary Clement-Moore Copy Share Image
“For the first time ever, I'd managed a great parting line and a grand exit. And it still felt like crap.” — Rosemary Clement-Moore Copy Share Image
“I guess you don’t study Latin and Greek if you don’t like putting in the hours.” — Rosemary Clement-Moore Copy Share Image
“Oh my God.” I fell into my usual chair, stunned—but also not—that the news had made the rounds so quickly. “You mean it didn’t… — Rosemary Clement-Moore Copy Share Image
