Grandma Redbird: Honey, you have to move past this.
Zoey: How Grandma?
Grandma Redbird: By living the life she'd be proud of you for living.

Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.

Bullpoopie!!

Me-EHH-UF-ow

Get thee behind me, Satan!

Stark looked strong and healthy and totally gorgeous. I was distracting myself by wondering what exactly Scottish guys did, or didn't, wear under those kilts when he turned to face me.
His smile lit up his eyes. "I can practically hear you thinking.