Brynne Delerson

But their characters might have been two roads in a yellow wood: they could not have diverged more.

But then, Devon approached risks the way other people approached a warm, cozy bed at night.

People called him a genius, but he didn’t see it that way. He certainly didn’t feel superior to anyone. It was only that his brain seemed to operate o

“Professors,” Mr. Flogg murmured in a tone recognizable to anyone who has had an essay returned to them covered in red ink.