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“The demon is crouched in the corner, between the Cheetos and the onion dip. It’s a small one, only about four feet tall: a low-level creeper. I flick my gaze over the spot like I don’t see it and open the cooler door to get a Coke.”

“Shunting closer, I snuggle into his chest, soaking up his fresh woodsy scent. His arms encircle me and pull me close. “You always smell like home,” I whisper under my breath. Smooth, soft fingers tilt my chin upward, and I’m startled when my face meets his. Tears glisten in his eyes as he looks at me adoringly. Pressing his forehead to mine, he kisses me sweetly, his lips making brisk tantalizing sweeps across my mouth. “My heart is your home,” he whispers, his voice breathless. “It always will be.”

“No offense, doll, but that’s not something I’m willing to share. I’d prefer to live a long and happy life if it’s all the same to you.” “You can’t just throw out vague allegations and then say nothing else!” “See, that’s the good thing about being a fugitive like me. I can do what the hell I like, and I’m not answerable to anyone.” Stepping away from the bars, he stands with his legs stretched out wide. His stance matches his grin. “Sure looks like that’s working out well for you,” I say, piercing him with a scornful look.”

“I don't like you, Park. I think I live for you. I don't think I even breathe when we're not together. Which means when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?”

“New rules—we needed new rules. No one opens the main doors but me. No one leaves the property without me. No one goes outside without letting me know. I had these horrible images in my head of kids being restrained against their wills, of kids crying my name out, begging me to help them when I was powerless. Desperate times… Lord, my soul called out. Lord…somehow that’s as far as I could get. I didn’t have the words.”

“I’m not sure about all the particulars that led to this moment. Do I believe life is a series of dots to be connected…or that no one can outrun destiny…or that all roads lead to truth and coincidence is a lie to distract us? The reason I was in this place no longer mattered. The harsh reality stared me in the face and demanded an immediate decision. Walk away and blame it on my age. Or stay and try to help a woman who had slowly become my friend over the last few weeks.”

“Her problem is with pretty,” Tennyson said. "She thinks I’ll need all these dresses in college. Like I would ever in a billion years pledge a sorority. I’ll pack a few of these to be ironic, though. I can wear them to, like, truck stops at night with mascara running down my cheeks and stuff.”

“Parents - be aware of the books your teens are reading, and the authors they follow. If an author manipulates their teen readers to attack another author through social media or Goodreads or other sites; that author is endorsing bullying and hate. An author who publishes for teens and children, no matter who publishes them, especially one who represents a big publisher, should be held to a higher standard of conduct. But parents should be aware of what books teens are reading, what they are teaching, and the author's standing in the community. - Kailin Gow, Parent Teacher Advisory Boardmember, PTA organizer and founder”

“Outwardly, he may look like he's just making a hard decision, but inwardly, he is fighting a long, hard, and blood-riddled battle. A battle between the fierce army of tradition and the strong army of genealogy, the strict army of the past and the seemingly freeing army of the future. Who is winning? No one knows - no one but Daurat Meran, who has the power to alter the course of this battle.”

“My mom was sitting at the kitchen table. She’d set her coffee down, making a noise that made me look her way. I’d begun to notice her less and less often, like her colors were fading and blending in with walls. She was shrinking. Or maybe her sphere of influence in the family was shrinking. My dad glanced at her, too, and then wrote something on a napkin. He slid it across the counter to me—Don’t worry. Come home in one piece. Have fun and act like a sixteen-year-old for a change.”

“Here was what I wanted to happen when I walked through the door after my first real date and my first ever kiss. I wanted my mom to say, “Dear God, Meg, you’re glowing. Sit and tell me about this boy. He let you borrow his jacket? That’s so adorable.” Instead, I came off the high of that day by writing a letter to my dead brother and doing yoga between my twin beds, trying to forget my absent mother.”

“They said she killed herself.Everyone was saying It. What started out as a rumor, quietly whispered among small gatherings of polite people, quickly grew into something that was openly discussed in a large gatherings of impolite people. I was so sick of hearing them talk about It. They questioned me. Over and over again, trying to find out If i knew what happened. But my answers didn't change. Yet It never failed-someone else would ask, as if one day my reply would suddenly be different. I didn't know, but i should have...and I've been haunted ever since.”

“But mainly, to be human, it is... to be vulnerable. More importantly, to allow yourself to be vulnerable. To engulf yourself in vulnerability and to give yourself permission to drown in it. To be human... is to feel. To be human is to be conscious and aware of the role given to you, aware of what impact you need to make on this world. To be conscious and mindful of what energy you put out into this world, and the energy you allow yourself to receive. To be human is to experience. To make mistakes and learn from them, and make that same mistake again and learn from it once more. It is to obtain compassion and perspective and treat others with kindness, even when you, yourself, have not been treated the same. It is to move on, to detach, to go on with your life, meet new people, and repeat that endless cycle. It is to laugh and fill your body and every inch of your soul with laughter. It is to be around people who you love, who exert love, and who love you.”

“He was sunny days and sunshine and rainbows, and I was the rain. Rainy days and cloudy skies and lightning. He was the sun; beaming and substantially bright, and warmth, as we knew, encompassed him. And I was the rain; my anger could be defined as stormy, and I was a walking rain cloud, full of gloom. My mind was always cloudy, and I found myself always crying and teary-eyed, which was, in my life, symbolizing the rain free-falling from the sky and into my heart. My heart was frozen, and it was so, so cold; as cold as the chilly air. Oh, God. I was the rain.”

“I was rain, not only to myself, but to Caspian Marks, too. I wasn’t the kind of gloomy rain that was unwanted and unappreciated, though. Not to him. I was the kind that was necessary when you felt shriveled and dry; in need of something to give you energy and strength to lighten and flourish again. The kind that was like a breath of fresh air. The kind of rain that after, created rainbows. The kind of rain that was crucial—absolutely crucial—in romance movies when the most dramatic kiss of the century was cued to happen. I was Caspian Mark’s rain. I gave him energy and I revived him. I gave him air to breathe. My coldness reminded him that life was not always sunny or ideal, but would still be good, anyway. The rain, I suppose I was.”

“He thought about it for a moment and laughed. Laughed this vibrant, spirited laugh that I wanted to hear on a loop for the rest of my days. It was the kind of laugh that you wanted playing from a stereo and having it on full blast while you drove in the car. The kind of laugh you wanted to be reminded of whenever you forgot it, which would be hard to forget, but in the case that you did, an instant reminder was in store. The kind that would never get old, no matter how many times you heard it. The kind of laugh that made your heart want to dance. That was his laugh. What his laugh was to me.”

“He looked like the prime definition of someone who was at peace. At peace within themselves, at peace within the world. Caspian Marks was at peace, and I knew at that moment that he would be all right and would continue to be at peace whenever I left this world. Seeing him like that, right then and there, I think gave me every bit of reassurance I ever needed. Reassurance I wasn’t aware I needed in the first place.”

“You are one of the very scarce souls that are left truly pure- hearted, Caspian Marks. I need you to promise me, to stop depending on me, thriving on our friendship, and detach yourself from me, because I will not allow myself, I will not allow this—what is to come—to corrupt you. Corrupt all that you are and all that you can be.”

“I wanted to shove him off of me and tell him that he couldn’t love me, that he didn’t know me long enough, and that we were too young and he was too foolish and he didn’t know what he was talking about. He may have not known me long enough, but he knew me better than anyone else. And we may have been too young, but he was wise beyond the ages. And what he said may have been foolish, but he was the least foolish person I knew. And I couldn’t say he didn’t know what he was talking about, because Caspian Marks always knew what he was talking about, and he knew that he loved me.”

“He cried and he cried, and his heart beat and leaped and danced and pranced, and for that moment, I thought, my heart is about to run off with his, and I’m not going to stop it. But I did. I stopped it. I grabbed my heart in the palm of my hands and I squeezed it. I squeezed it so hard. So hard so it was crippled enough to stay in place and not have the ability to move and feel every emotion and feeling it wanted to feel. And I cried. I cried and I cried, and my heart beat and leaped and danced and pranced and... I didn’t know what to say or what to do. I didn’t know what to feel and what not to feel.”

“I am not okay with you attempting to fix a girl who is already broken beyond any sense of repair, Caspian Marks. It is not your job to repair what you have not broken. It is not your job to take time out of your life, your very meaningful life, all to help a girl who has never asked for it. You are always trying to rescue me like some damsel in distress when I do not want to be saved. I refuse to take away from you living your life, when I am already letting mine slip out of my hands, willingly. Let me go, Caspian Marks. You have to let me be.”

“You may not mean something in your life, Brantley Thornton, but you certainly mean something in mine. And you may... you may not be the epitome of the perfect teenage girl; the textbook definition of one. The perfect girl who lives a movie-like life and is always happy and all smiles and always makes the right decisions and has no faults. But you are the epitome of my perfect girl, and in my world, what I would consider perfect.”

“When I look in his eyes, I see the stars. I see the stars and how they gleam so bright with so much... purpose. His eyes, Doncia, his eyes... they call for me. They call for me to come home and to find peace in where I belong.” I paused. “Caspian Marks makes me feel at home. He and his star-brimmed, radiant eyes and stardust permeated soul, I think, is my home.”