We’ll fight them. We took down my dad. Furthermore, we’ve taken down so many since then. Furthermore, we’ll take down these jokesters too.”“I will never let anything happen to you,” Nick growls into my hair. “I will die before you get hurt again. So help me God, Zara. I will die."“Me too.”“What?”“I will die before I let anyone hurt you or Issue or Dev or Gram or. . .” I stop and pull my head away from his chest, so I can look up at him. “This list is getting kind of long and melodramatic, isn’t it?” He laughs. His hand moves slowly up my spine. He starts leaning down for a kiss. “Yeah. It is.

— Carrie Jones

We teleported," Issue finishes. "Like in Star Trek or Harry Potter, sort of. No! Like in Dr. Who in that episode with the Montanans and the brilliant human boy, or really any Dr. Who ever if you think of the Tardies! Holy canola! That is just the coolest thing ever! Bowie, wow, wow!

— Carrie Jones

What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.

— Carrie Jones

What we do, our choices, that's what defines us.

— Carrie Jones

Who am I really? Am I still the same person if I'm not even technically a person anymore? Does being stronger make me different? Will it?

— Carrie Jones

Why would I want to fit in?

— Carrie Jones

You know, life fractures all of us into little pieces. It harms us, but it’s how we glue those fractures back together that makes us stronger.

— Carrie Jones

You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.

— Carrie Jones

You will be a great queen when you come back, you know. And someday you'll love me the way you love your wolf.

— Carrie Jones

Zara.” He sighs. The wind bellows outside. “How can I make you understand this? I need your mom. If I don’t get her, more boys will die.”“That’s ridiculous.”“No, it’s just how it is.” I think for a second. “If that’s true, then why did Ian try to turn me?” He loses his composure. His face shifts into something worried, something almost human. “Did he kiss you?”“Almost. Betty killed him first.” He almost smiles. He pulls his hand through his hair. “Betty is fierce.”“Is that why you stay away when she’s here?”“Not even a pixie wants to tangle with a tiger.” He blows on the ember in his hand. It turns to dust.“You seem like you could handle almost anything,” I say.”This?” He smirks. “Parlor tricks.

— Carrie Jones