“A piece of heaven?" I managed to ask.
He slowly shook his head. "No. The other place. The one I'm going to burn in for thinking what I'm thinking.”

“They asked him for help rebuilding the farm, but e only shook his head with a pang of longing in his heart.
I'm tracking your killers", he whispered to his uncle.”

“You look confused," said Adrian.
I shook my head and sighed. "I think I'm just overthinking things."
He nodded solemnly. "That's why I try to never do it.”

“And they would ask, well, now, are you one of those narrow-minded Baptists who think only Baptists are going to heaven? To which I enjoy replying, now actually I'm more narrow than that, I don't think all the Baptists are going to make it.”

“I'm walkin'
But I'm going nowhere at all.
I'm 'bout to head any place in the world
But the place that I am”

“He shook his head. “No. Because there's no one else out there who understands you like I do.”
I waited for more. “That's it? You're not going to elaborate on what that means?”
Those green eyes held me. “I don't think I need to.”

“Alec looked at her and shook his head. "How do you manage never to get mud on your clothes?"
Isabelle shrugged philosophically. "I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.”

“You're a cynic," Urgit accused.
Silk shook his head. "No, Your Majesty. I'm a realist.”

“He shook his head in mock sympathy. "I tell you, Sage. Sometimes I think I am the one who needs to take out the restraining order on you.”

“You don't think I'm crazy?" I asked hesitantly.
"Like I'm one to judge another persons sanity.”