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"She punched clean through the glass. I saw it with my own eyes!"
"Then how come she´s not gushing blood?"
"What are you, CSI? She tried to kill us!"
(...)
More like an old man´s niece and a lightning storm. The green-eyed storm that just rolled into town. Hurricane Lena.

Defying Emily Asher was an act of social suicide.
(...)
The girl freeze-out. Today it was negative fifteen.

"How´s the book coming?" I blurted out. Stay and talk to me. That´s what I meant.
He looked surprised, then shrugged. "It´s coming. Still got a lot of work to do." He couldn´t. That´s what he meant.

In first-period English, I discovered my seven-hundred-year.old teacher, whose name really was Mrs. English, had expected us to (...)

..."What do you think a this one?" Link turned up his latest demo track.
"I think it needs some work. Like all your other songs." It was the same thing I said every day, more or less.
"Yeah, well, your face will need some work after I give you a good beatin´." It was the same thing he said every day, more or less.

Butterflies in my stomach. That was such a crappy metaphor. More like killer bees.

"What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?"
He seemed at a loss, for Macon, which just meant he didn't have an immediate and charming explanation on the tip of his tongue. "It's complicated."
"Well, uncomplicate it. Because you climbed in my window in the middle of the night, so either you're some kind of vampire or some kind of perv, or both. Which is it?"

Mrs. Snow leapt to her feet. "Are you insinuatin' that my daughter is lyin'?"
Macon smiled his movie star smile. "Not at all, my dear. I'm saying that your daughter is lying. I'm sure you can appreciate the difference."

"Are you blocking it?"
"What are you talking about? I'm not doing anything."
"Swear? You aren't using your Caster powers, or something?"
"No, I'm too busy trying to deflect your Power of Stupidity. But I don't think I'm strong enough."