We can’t all subsist on buttered noodles and self-righteousness.

Oh great. Another clique I’m not cool enough to join. Possibly literally.

Don’t be ableist. I already told you, Ever, I’m awkward.” She took another bite of her sandwich. “And awkward people can get away with anything. No one’s going to think, Oh, she shook up that soda. They’re going to say, Oh, that poor weird girl had an accident. And now they’ll discount everything else I do all summer. Which will be useful to us when we enter the Melee. People want you to be one thing. If I’m weird, then people will forget that I’m also a genius who’s here to win.

No way,” I blurted, the nerd quadrant of my brain clicking faster than the “don’t geek out at strangers” portion.

No one likes a helicopter witch.

A scoop of dried rosemary goes into the bag, followed by salt. Sometimes, magic looks a lot like how my mom prepares chicken.

I don’t forgive. I’m a Taurus.

Everything is unfinished – our whole lives.

You wouldn’t understand. It’s a dead girl thing.

It’s hard not to look sneaky when you’re sneaking.