His dad's eyes were getting darker. "How bad is it really?" Very bad. Too many fronts to fight. Bur for starters... "That big storm out east?" Jordan and Rook had gone to investigate... "That's the Sandman in the waking world." His dad frowned deeply. He shook his head and shrugged. "I don't know what that means." Yeah, well... "Neither do we.

— Erin Kellison

Humankind has always had access to Shadow -- dreams, nightmares, legends, inspiration, Humanity taps into Shadow every day. And when we die, we pass into Twilight.

— Erin Kellison

If she couldn't be with Harlem in Washington, DC, this was the place to be. Sera's mobile screen lit, and she glanced down to find a text from him: I have to pee.

— Erin Kellison

I'm glad you turned cartwheels here." Samantha heard the note of loneliness in his voice. "You did hear me say back tuck? Because that was my coolest move." His arm came around her shoulders, and they started across the space again. "Back tuck. Coolest move. Got it.

— Erin Kellison

It'll all be over soon, and you can go back to ruling the world." She slid off her stool.... He watched her go. Felt unaccountably lonely. "When did I stop ruling the world?" he called after her.

— Erin Kellison

King shrugged and looked back at Harlem. "Please tell me you have a plan. Because my baby girl really likes to color with me.

— Erin Kellison

Kiss me good." Jordan went on tiptoe and kissed him with everything she had. His mouth mashed against hers just as greedily, tongues tangling, hearts beating wildly against each other. The embrace of his arms tightened, and he lifted her. She didn't need a stupid floor with him near. Together they could fly." Bow chicks wow, wow," said another voice.

— Erin Kellison

Laughter gurgled up from inside her. She'd just mugged a mugger. Look out, world.

— Erin Kellison

Maisie stepped out and moved as if there were gravity. "Are you coming or what?" Rook nodded and hefted Steve with him. "You should consider counseling."" For what?"" Your God complex.

— Erin Kellison

No one could blame her if she was running a little low on the sugar and spice and everything nice.

— Erin Kellison