Wildefire

Without missing a beat he said, “This year, Santa, I’d like a pony and an Easy-Bake Oven.” Raja grunted and pushed him off to the side. “You’ll be getting coal in a place where it hurts if you ever attempt to sit in my lap again.

Colt has the subtlety of a car alarm.

Jackie patted her on the shoulder, "you know what you need?" Ash peeked out from between her fingers."Eight hours of rest before tomorrows exam? Bug spray that repels assholes?

The look she gave him in reply would have petrified Medusa.

Ash sighed after he left, feeling somehow even more exhausted than she had when she'd crawled into bed the night before. She climbed back under the covers and closed her eyes. Just in time for more knocking on the door. "I hate everybody," Ash mumbled into her pillow...

Don't get me wrong—he's hot as hell, and in another life I would have liked to wear him as a mink coat. But when your first thought about someone is wondering whether they're some sort of handsome woodland serial killer, it's hard to build an attraction.

Ashline Wilde was a human mood ring.

This may be impossible for you to believe," Colt said in a hushed voice, "but as recently as last year, I was a hyper, naive-albeit extremely good-looking-minor myself." "And now you're a persistent, outdoorsy, unshaven man-boy who cavorts with clones of your former self?" Colt plucked a round stone out of the water. "I prefer boy-man, but the rest of the sentence sounded fairly accurate.

Seductive pull of the forest, an open canvas for trouble.

Ash, you’re my sister and I love you. But some days you can be about as bright as a black hole.

Dad always says, 'If you can't stand out, then you should just sit down.

We're all just marionettes, Ashline," Eve said softly. "Dangling, dancing, waiting. You can pretend like you pull your own strings, but in the end your only hope is that you've landed in the hands of someone who knows what the hell they're doing.