I haven't posted one of these in forever so here's a cookie from book three. The manuscript is still a work in progress so the following is subject to change, but here's a taste:

Peter scooted close to Rue and kissed her. When she kissed back, he jerked away, staring nervously into the woods.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Rue said, slipping her cold hand beneath his jacket, jealous of his warmth. "Peter, relax."

"I am relaxed," he said. "It's just…my aunt was telling me the other day about some guy who was found dead near the woods"–he lowered his voice–"with his heart missing." He looked down at his chest, as if making sure his own heart was right where he'd left it. "They looked around but couldn't find it. Whatever stole that poor bastard's heart probably ate it with a side of fries."

"Ridiculous."

"It's true! You're from here. You know what Portero's like."

"I do know," said Rue. "I just mean it's ridiculous that you think the man's heart was eaten. We don't eat them."

"You don't eat what?"

"Hearts."

Rue cracked Peter in the face with her elbow and knocked him unconscious.