...the dead have a way of becoming saints in the eyes of their survivors...

Alec rolled beautiful brown eyes. "No fair playing the death card."
"No fair having it to play.

And I met Madeline's necromancer. His name's Luca."
"A death detector?" Tod made a face. "That's creepy."
"It gets weirder. He's dating Sophie."
"On purpose?

Some things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldn’t hear anything. Ever again.

Ethan was loyal and funny and protective. When we were little, he was the brother most likely to make me cry—and mostly likely to wipe away my tears.

The truth may not be told. Here is an acceptable lie.