“I don't want to die without telling you that I love you," Everett's voice was a faint, wavering whisper, and his lips swollen and bloodied. "I always have.”

“Why do I love writing YA? Because I get a chance to re-live my youth knowing all I know now...”

“It's the witching hour once more-When the Muse comes out to play.He calls me through that magic door-Where galaxies of worlds await!”

“I don't want to die without telling you that I love you," Everett's voice was a faint, wavering whisper, and his lips swollen and bloodied. "I always have.”