After I’d completed the letter I reread it carefully. As far as I could see, it was totally innocuous, void of every shred of real information. (Chapter 4)

A man like Vamp knows all the angles. (Chapter 7)

It doesn’t make any difference what we call ourselves. We’re still the same people we always were, isn’t that right kids? (Chapter 7)

I missed that girl and I desperately wanted her back. (Chapter 7)

All the warmth and solidity was gone from our lives, and my parents had changed so much I barely knew them. (Chapter 12)

There had been a time when I could not have lied to my mother; in fact, I had never been comfortable lying to anyone. But in the past three months I had become practiced in deception, and the words slipped out of my mouth sounding easy and natural. (Chapter 13)

Things change, and life goes on, and we roll with the punches... (Chapter 14)