Page 171: "'Where have you been?' Lullaby stood, and shoved something at my chest. It was a crimson envelope stamped in gilt and smothered in looping calligraphy. 'It's an invitation.' Lullaby rossed behind me and glanced over my shoulder at the thick paper. 'A grand ball, a week hence. Astrologists are predicting a Blood Rain. Everyone is to wear red in honor of the occasion.'"

Page 310: "She glazed her lips and smeared kohl along he curve of my lashes. Diamonds like chips of ice winked from my ears."

Page 331: "A bodice of thick black lace twisted up over a golden underlay, clinging tightly to the contours of my chest. A black caplet hung from my shoulders, with a deep hood. I didn't want to be recognized until my big reveal in front of the entire court."

Page 343: "I held up the pendant and gave it a gentle swing. The empress screamed, her eyes venomous with spite."

Page 2: "I clear my throat, pulling my hand away, and lean over to grab a picture of us from off my bed. Identical smiles peek our from underneath thick wool scarves, the holiday lights at the park down the street twinkling above our heads just like the stars in her drawing."

Page 210: "I almost tackle him with a hug but catch myself before I can close the space between us and do it. I look at the counter, grabbing a kitchen mitt and putting it on so I can reach out and take his hand in mine."

Page 225: "Pulling my beanie on, I shove open the door with my side, heading just inside the lobby doors to wait."

Page 262: "I struggle to rip open the paper, but my body is weak. She leans over to help me unveil a black sketchbook inside, the words on the front reading "FIVE FEET APART." Then, on the last page, the two of us. In my small cartoon hand is a balloon, the top bursting, and hundreds of stars pouring out of it, rolling across the page to Will. He's holding a scroll and quill, the words "Will's Master List" written on it. And below, a single item. #1: Love Stella Forever."

Page 81: "I tried to life the lid, but it was locked. Crouching, I found a heavy padlock securing it. With trembling fingers, I pulled from my purse the key I had found beneath Victor."

Page 134: "I opened the letter. Henry's hand, usually sprawling with confident loops and self-indulgent flourishes, was shaky. The edges of the paper were splotchy, some of the ink smeared as though he had not waited for it to try before folding it."

Page 156: "I wilted with relief, but also with confusion at her state and why the maid had brought us here. "Look!" the maid pointed in triumph. Next to Justine on the bed was the glittering gold accusation of guilt. The necklace."

Page 245: "But I knew the jacket. I reached inside and withdrew the tiny gold-filigreed book of scripture that my uncle always kept. The pages that he loved had dissolved in the water, leaving only the empty shell of it."

Page 98: "John ran his fingers across the other book, tracing the line of silver lettering pressed into the red cloth on the front."

Page 115: "And while Maisie's hair still wasn't long enough for rolls, she had happily agreed to Rose's suggestion that wearing a pretty head scarf might keep her hair out of her face while she was working."

Page 310: "Nancy handed one of the mugs to Maisie, wrapping her grateful fingers around the warm china."

Page 328: "Maisie held the letter out to him again, and this time he took it. 'Walt and Lofty are still alive.'"

Page 140: "She touches the smooth jade with the first letter of my name inlaid in the silver."

Page 162: "But she's insisting with the dove talk, pushing it on me so that finally I reach to take it, an action that so outrages the older brother that barks out something suddenly just as my fingers touch the warm bowl."

Page 265: "She beams. She has another drawing. She leans down, places it in my lap. I look down at it. All the breath leaves me. My heart stops. It's my father."

Page 335: "Adrienne Cahill, New York Times Article"

Page 70: "She thrusts the thermos into my hands. 'Wasn't asleep. Late-night knitting. Now, drink this.'"

Page 118: "And then I saw you and all the other counselers by the buffet: all dressed up as me. Long blonde wigs. Black choker neckales and Red Sox hats."

Page 142: "The third week in November, as another cold snap kicks in, I find my sister's photos. A corner of one's sticking out from underneath the dust ruffle. Dylan."

Page 343: "He pulls from the bag a series of bound pages. Blue ink. Across the cover in his spiky handwriting is The Fall and Rise of The Hundreds."

Page 58: "I enter the slaves' ger, cast off my deel, and tie a thick strip of muslin around what passes for my breasts."

Page 321: "He reaches into his sleeve pocket, pulls out a small portrait, and shows it to me. I take the portrait gingerly into my hands and study it. The girl staring back at me is lusciously beautiful."

Page 400: "He places a small, finely painted porcelain cup on its polished surface and fills it with steaming tea or rich wine. He sets out offerings of rice and cakes on a pretty saucer. And apples. Always apples."

Page 47: "...covered by a short wig of muddy brown hair and topped with a newsboy cap for good measure."

Page 110: "He unclasped the locket. It took every ounce of considerable self-control to hide his reaction to the portrait within. Dark-gold hair, a dimpled smile..."

Page 204: "Jack elbowed a path through the cluster of boys and bent to pick up the object...when he stood, he held out a large rock, a piece of folded parchment tied to it with a string."

Page 313: "Olivia stepped up to Monks, dipped her hand into his pocket and extracted the key."

Page 46: "I expect to feel some aura in the scroll's presence, yet the air surrounding it remains dead...I push myself, reaching out again with the very ends of my fingertips. When they brush the scroll, I close my eyes. No magic comes forth."

Page 174: "Though it's a risk, I release my left hand, catching the headdress before it evades my grip."

Page 430: ""Do not worry." I reach into Zelie's leather pack and pull out the sunstone."

Page 36: "Mom reached over and adjusted the gauzy, decorative silver-and-black scarf she'd insisted on looping around Cas's neck this morning, then looked toward the road."

Page 180: "A wallet with money and pictures, a student ID card with a girl's smiling face beaming from it...Then Rashid pulled from her wallet the small, bent picture of her and two friends making stupid faces in a photo booth."

Page 191: ""What the hell are you doing?" Z asked as she ripped a poster of the Eiffel Tower off a bulletin board and flipped it over."

Page 258: ""No, but I'm betting by her bracelet that she knows how to braid things," Frankie said. Diana looked down at her wrist as if surprised that he'd noticed the bracelet."

Page 27: "I lifed the cord around my neck, absently playing with the trinkets I'd collected over the years. Among them, the gears from my father's menagerie clock..."

Page 226: "I pinned my hair the way she used to, as a tear slid down my cheek."

Page 289: "In a gloved hand, Spector held a glass vial, glinting in the light."

Page 422: "I heard myself screaming, felt myself falling to my knees, and then, the crystal slipped through my fingers."

Page 67: "She took a long drink from an Ellingham-branded reusable water bottle."

Page 81: "She yanked it off the shelf, snapped it open, and removed a Schiaparelli makeup compact in the shape of a telephone dial."

Page 97: "Stevie got own on the floor and reached around under the tub. As she pulled her hand back, something scraped against her skin."

Page 314: "He picked the dangling earbud back up, and she reinserted it."