Sublime

A glimmer of a notion of a nothing of a whisper of a figment of an idea.

Sadie felt a swelling of love and of worry for him—what was the difference in the end?

she did not possess the

As soon as I’m inside and the lock is engaged, I slump against the door. I let out a silent scream and squeeze my eyes shut. This is not good. This is not good. This is not good. She is not from Eden, North Carolina—I am. Her mother didn’t die from breast cancer—Mine did. Her name is not Lucca Marino—Mine is.

Limitations are style if you make them so.”

They had the rare kind of friendship that allowed for a great deal of privacy within

copacetic

“It is an imperfect trade, Dr. Daedalus,” Emily apologized. “I fear I’ve burdened you with an unequal portion of the work.” “There are no perfect trades,” Dr. Daedalus countered. “And I shall enjoy the diversion.”