Tall. Black hair swept back from his forehead. Lips curled up in a sneer... I know that face as well as my own.
If Penelope were her, I’d tell her she’s wrong about me. She thinks I solve everything with my sword. But apparently, I can also solve things with my mouth – because, so far, every time I lean into Baz, he shuts up and closes his eyes.
His eyes were set so deep, it made everything he said more intense.
People all sort of look the same to me until I talk to them. That’s when they start to get interesting. That’s when they start to shimmer.” -Deja.
Levi lived in a house, like an adult. Cath lived in a dorm, like a young adult – like someone who was still on adulthood probation.
Nobody tells anyone anything in my family. You just know. You learn to know.
Agatha’s mum gives me nice clothes for Christmas, and her dad talks to me about my future like I’m not going to die in a ball of fire.
You can’t sit on my bed,” I say as he sits on my bed. “And neither can Bunce. My bed reeks of intensity and brownies.
At some point Levi had put his left arm around her and pulled her back against his chest – she’d been fidgeting and rubbing her back on the wall, and Levi just reached behind her and pulled her into him.
This isn’t going off,′ I think. ‘This is going out.
I’m so full of power, I feel like I can see without opening my eyes. Like I could go nova if I wanted to and have my own galaxy. Is this what it’s like to be Simon Snow? To have infinity in your chest pocket?
Cath exhaled. Then inhaled. Her chest was so tight, it hurt both ways. Levi shouldn’t get to make her feel this way – he shouldn’t even have access to her chest.
There’s no magic here, but that’s okay – there’s no magic left in me.
Rome wasn’t built on mutual admiration.
That’s not the point,” he said. “What kind of creep would I be if I let my girl carry something heavy while I walked along, swinging my arms?
Maybe he’d already gone to bed. Maybe Cath could just climb into his bed like Goldilocks, and if he woke up, she’d just say “later” and run away. Goldilocks meets Cinderella.
Have you ever seen an alpaca, Cather? They’re like the world’s most adorable llamas. Like, imagine the cutest llama that you can, and then just keep going.
I just want him to shut up and stop talking like this. I just want him to get up and follow me out of here. I just want to be back at Watford in our room, knowing he’s there, and that he isn’t hurting anyone, and no one is hurting him.
Love. Purpose. Those are the things that you can’t plan for. Those are the things that just happen. And what if they don’t happen? Do you spend your whole life pining for them? Waiting to be happy?
Which means you have to have a good vocabulary to do magic. And you have to be able to think on your feet. And be brave enough to speak up. And have an ear for a solid turn of phrase.