He let his mouth linger on mine, neither possessively nor sweetly... like his mouth just belonged there on mine. And he was right. It did. It always had.

I might look like a honey-eyed schoolgirl on the outside, in my skirt with its regulation four-inches-above-the-knee hem. But I'll rip those tassels off your shoes, old man. Just try Googling me.

I thought you'd like it," he said, seeming hurt. "You look very pretty.

Anything can happen in the blink of an eye. Anything at all.One.Two.Three.Blink.A girl is laughing with her friends.Suddenly, a crater splits apart the earth. Through it bursts a man in an ink black chariot forged in the deepest pits of hell, drawn by stallions with hooves of steel and eyes of flame.

You didn't," John said, stepping from the shadows as he clapped for me, "even hit your head this time.