I’d give just about anything if I could make you care,” he said. “Especially about me.

I do know you, Fancy. All about you. The problem is, you don’t know about me.

Wanna see the rest of my happy place?

When Fancy still didn't answer, he took her hand, and with his red paintbrush, he wrote 'please' into her palm.

The rain echoed in the shadowy attic space and made me feel small and fragile, like a lace glove left behind on moving day - mateless and abandoned.

But what if the monsters come?"
"Fancy." Kit looked away from the drama to stare at her sister, surprised. "We are the monsters.