Page 75: "I pause. I'd come here with a mind set on taking the ferry, but that's time and money I'd rather not spend. Snapping my umbrella shut, I jab him with the pointed end. "I'm not paying you.""

Page 140: "As we walk, he pulls out his pocket watch, checks the time, and rubs his thumb over the face of it before tucking it away."

Page 194: "It's there, against the heavy morning silence, that I hear muffled bars of music playing. I follow the tune over to Jude's bedroom. It takes only a moment for me to place it. I recognize this music: slow and mechanical, off-key and dolorous. It's the tune of Emmeline's old music box."

Page 228: "Yet it's not only my violin, bow, and rosin I find inside. A slip of paper, crumpled and a little ripped, lies atop the cloth covering my violin. I take it in hand, frowning. It's the flyer I'd pinned in the schoolhouse, an advertisement of my tutoring. Near the bottom of the page, however, are words I hadn't written. A shiver runs over me as I read them."

Page 38: "So maybe it's another mistake in my long list of mistakes, but I reach past her, like I'm going to set the stick of butter on the shelf, letting my hand brush against her neck, just barely. When i pull back after setting down the stick of butter on the shelf, I open my hand. I'm holding her owl necklace, coiled in my palm, the chain still warm from her skin."

Page 116: "Ember pulls off her long, bohemian-looking scarf and dangles it out to me."

Page 177: "When we enter the house, the spicy scent of ginger hits me immediately. Auntie is brewing a pot of tea. "Come here," she calls from the kitchen. "I'm trying this new ginger-jasmine tea. I think we could offer it at the shop.""

Page 312: "I recall the pastels in the desk drawer under the left eave that I stole from the supply cabinet in the art classroom on my first day of school. I dig around until I find them. I slide open the box. Slim sticks of dark ruby, violet, emerald, tangerine, gold, gray, black, and brown. I know exactly what to do with them. The first dark-amethyst rose is nearly the size of my hand, and I stand on my bed while I draw it out on the sloped ceiling. And the next is smaller, the size of my palm in a bright ruby red. Another, large in sapphire blue."

Page 1: "They stand in line for blood. June's early sun blooms across a string of women waiting patiently at el matadero. Fans snap open and flutter, replying to Madrid's warmth and the scent of open flesh wafting from the slaughterhouse."

Page 19: "A brass medallion hangs from the child's neck by a white string. Puri turns the pendant over and runs her thumb across the engraving. 20 116."

Page 66: "He removes a portfolio from his bag. Miguel slowly turns the pages of the album. "Ave Maria Purisima!" He points to a picture. "Si," says Daniel. "There was a tornado in Dallas last April." Miguel continues to page through. He stops on a photo of dozens of men in cowboy hats. They stand in the dark, one light overhead."

Page 442: "She nods, choking back tears, and reaches into her purse. She hands a photograph to Daniel. "This is Lali." Daniel looks at the photo. It's not Lali. It's his sister, Cristina."

Page 48: "I sat down in a flustered huff, attempting - but failing - to not be distracting as I pulled a pen and a notebook from my backpack."

Page 200: "I walked by the SPA fence, it and the lamppost still busted and bent, the tap dance of rain on my jacket increasing in speed and sound."

Page 357: "I need to go write my speech." Both my parents looked at me. Eyes wide as plates. "Clara, the dinner starts in ten minutes," Mom said." I stood, grabbed a pen from my mom's purse and a handful of cocktail napkins from the hors d'oeuvres table, and rushed to the closest bathroom."

Page 23: "I ignored his thoughts about my deep blue dress and the strip of skin it revealed at the smallest part of my waist. Lifting my hands, I let the dozens of silver bracelets clink together noisily to catch his attention."

Page 37: "Backing away from the table, I ran to my rooms before anyone could see me cry. He couldn't help me. He couldn't even help himself. I went to bed that night wide awake, ignoring the teardrops trailing down my cheeks and hitting my pillow as I wracked my mind for a solution. A way out. I'd do anything - absolutely anything - besides marry the king of lies."

Page 159: "I shifted on the hay bale, when Bosh got up and plopped down onto the bale beside me. He dug into his pack, pulling out a smaller one. My heart skipped a beat. It was my stolen bag!"

Page 256: "Swallowing hard, I set my bag on the table and loosened the drawstrings. I pulled out my crown. Even in the moonlight the diamonds glittered. It might cost more than the lamp, but I knew it wasn't enough. I chewed my lip. Was there any way Gideon might follow me? And if he did, would he let me ask for help before he punished me? Turning to Kadin's bag, I set the crown inside where the lamp had been. It would serve as both a note and a payment for my theft."

Page 265: "I could carry something," Britta said. "I mean, if you-" "I'm not an invalid!" "Sorry." Britta slung her backpack over her shoulder and strode toward the trailhead."

Page 319: "Spider tossed two scrapbooks onto Britta's bed. One, Britta had seen before. The other, she hadn't. "Jackpot." They looked through them. The first, of course, was photos, programs, theater stuff. The other was full of handwritten letters."

Page 422: "The tires shrieked again as she made another right. The space beside the truck was empty, and she pulled into it. The bumper sticker on the car definitely had a moose on it. It said, "Not all those who wander are lost." She hoped all was not lost."

Page 465: "Britta said, "We said that first morning that the one thing we all had in common was pierced ears. I think we've discovered some other things, but I'd like to give you these. My grandmother got them when she was a little girl in Cuba." Spider looked touched but said, "I can't take these." It's a loan. You have to give them back next time we see each other. That way, we'll be sure to do it." "Oh, cool." Spider felt her own earlobes. She wore the same earrings she'd had on that first day, the Big Dipper in one ear, a star in the other. "You can have these. I got them for my bat mitzvah." "Thank you, but I'm wondering if maybe someone else should have them. She looked at Kate and Meredith. She hoped this would work."

Page 91: "Buela pulls out the herbs that she gets directly from el campo in Puerto Rico and sets them on the counter. The sweet-smelling yerba buena, the Caribbean oregano. She hands me the knives before I ask for them, cleans the cutting board before I realize I need it rinsed."

Page 170: "I close my eyes. This cannot be what he's calling me about. Why does he have people in my neighborhood checking for me anyway? Furthermore, what business is it of his? Especially if Babygirl didn't even meet Malachi? I ball up the dish towel but after a glance at 'Buela, smooth it out. I don't want her to see I'm upset."

Page 263: "I bake her a dozen colorful macarons. It took me forever to get them right, nbut when Angelica opens the bakery box and sees the orange, blue, and pink desserts, I'm glad I kept trying batch after batch."

Page 383: "And so, I pulled up the card Chef Ayden's friend gave me at the Winter Dinner. The one from the fancy restaurant 'Buela and I went to. I've had it on my armoire since December, with no reason to keep it, but something wouldn't let me throw it away."

Page 7: ""Pack a trunk," she barked at a servant. "I'll need quills and ink..." Her hand hovered over the bottles upon the table. She selected a deep ebony."

Page 144: "She picked up a gown off the floor, and a pair of shoes, and clutched them to her chest. Then she lifted her heavy mirror off its hook on the wall. The gown and shoes fell to the floor as she did. She lost her grip on the mirror. It toppled forward, pinning her to the floor."

Page 204: "The large mouse came forward. He took off his crown with both paws and held it out to Isabelle. Note sure what else to do, Isabelle took it from him, then held it up to her lantern. A small cry escaped her as she saw that it wasn't a crown, not at all. It was a gold ring."

Page 261: "He was clutching a small piece of paper, folded over several times. Isabelle took it from him and unfolded it. Swirls and curlicues of gold ink decorated the border. In the center was an invitation, written in swooping script."

Page 221: "Aunt Mona - dressed as a 1960s Mad Men secretary, complete with tangerine wig, typewriter nail decals, and cat-eye glasses on a beaded chain - took her boxy Keep on the ferry and drove us to pick up Daniel there."

Page 258: "I rummaged through my desk drawer until I found what I was looking for: the not-a-penny fortune-teller card I'd gotten with Daniel at the magic shop."

Page 403: "I went back to locker twenty-seven and stuck the key inside the padlock. Success! I popped the lock, opened the locker, and peered inside. Empty. No, wait. Something sat on the shelf. A book. A single yellow sticky note on the cover read Birdie in neat handwriting. I peeled it off and stared at the peach cover of an old Agatha Christie paperback - The Body in the Library. I'd read it many times. I inspected the book, thumbing through the pages. A receipt fluttered out. It was purchased at the mystery book shop in Pike Place Market. This morning. The name of the clerk who range up the purchase was circled in red ink - Holly. Three red question marks were written above it."

Page 31: "He crossed East India Dock Road and came to Kerbey Street, which led to his uncle's flat. He glanced at the theatrical playbills and navy recruitment banners. When the signposts reveal that Kerbey Street had met Grundy, he stopped."

Page 386: "He then handed her Frank's little singed prayer book. When she saw it, she sobbed. "Frank showed me your picture more than once," he said, opening to where it was. "He was very proud of you and your son." She took the tiny book and pressed it to her heart."

Page 410: "As the train approached the depot near Soissons, Hazel borrowed a mirror and comb from Colette to neaten herself up. She was too excited to feel the heat."

Page 431: "Hazel couldn't even scold him for the joke. Her mind reeled. On her bureau at home stood a little china trinket dish. Inside, hidden to the world, lay the golden ring."

Page 44: "Under his rumpled coat, the thready gleam of his watch chain - the watch itself pawned years ago, was strangely bare."

Page 89: "A miniature had tumbled out of its folds and lay on the floor. It was so small she could have enclosed it between her forefinger and thumb. Set in a frame of false diamonds, a woman gazed out at Camille with blue, wide-set eyes that could have been Sophie's. Above her rouged checks her hair was tightly coiled and powdered, fat rubies gleaming around her neck. Her crimson lips were parted as if she were about to speak."

Page 180: "In her silk purse she carried Chandon's pink card that gave her entrance into the queen's sanctuary at the Petit Trianon, but she never showed it."

Page 360: "Tucked between the glass and the frame of the mirror above Sophie's dressing table was a letter."

Page 392: "Camille curved her hand around the teardrop brooch pinned on her shoulder, the one she used to draw blood for the glamoire."

Page 84: "Milla closed her eyes, lulled by the light pressure of Mamma's fingertips holding her head in place, while the comb gently tugged on the roots of her hair, then traveled down, sometimes pausing on a tangle."

Page 97: "She took off the apron that she hadn't stopped to hang on its hook in the kitchen. She wouldn't wear it anymore. She let it fall."

Page 198: "Milla kept her hands moving - needle through fabric, needle through fabric - and her eye on her work."

Page 275: "Milla smiled, reaching out for a plump, red apple hanging from a low branch."