As always, [Adam's] features intrigued Blue. They were not quite conventionally handsome, but they were interesting. He had the typical Henriette prominent cheekbones and deep-set eyes, but his version of them was more delicate. It made him seem a little alien. A little impenetrable.

[...] Aglionby boys, who often thought rudeness was a louder sort of flirting.

Boys", she says, "just aren't very good at being afraid.

Reality was a bridge breaking beneath Adam

The best-case scenario here is that you make friends with a boy who's going to die." "Ah," said Calla, in a very, very knowing way. "Now I see." "Don't psychoanalyse me," her mother said. "I already have. And I say again, 'ah'.

The Boy should watch where he’s going,” she said. “Rachel should not manifest in doorways,” I replied.

I was suddenly overwhelmed by what an incredible person this boy was, standing in front of me, and by the fact that he was mine and I was his.

I try to think of something catchy to say, but there's nothing but irritation that something that was funny yo an eleven-year-old boy is still funny to a seventeen-year-old one.

Or even tell me it's because you could not live without The Boy's stunning Boyfruits for another night..." Sam's face was twisted into a weird shape at the mention of his Boyfruits.