“ She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact that I was still here. And I realized I was doing the same thing. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive. ”
"she was probably my age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. with her deep tan and her curly blond hair, she was almost exactly what I thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except her eyes ruined the image. they were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, to, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a figh."
the guy in the toga turned. he had a crooked smile and a slightly crazy look in his eyes, like he’d just been playing an intense video game. in one hand he held a knife. in the other hand was something like a dead animal. that didn’t make him look any less crazy.
"leo was used to not being noticed by girls. at least, he knew he’d never get a girl by his looks. he hoped his personality and sense of humor would do that someday, though it definitely hadn’t worked yet"