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First published July 15, 2025
I certainly wasn’t insulted that an airport bathroom was preferable to talking to me. I would not take it personally.
I was totally taking it personally.
(Page 14)
“We don’t bite,” I said.
“Tanaka does sometimes,” Bryce said.
(Page 28)
“Hey,” said Dai. “No switching rooms. I’ll contain the biting.” He took an enormous chunk out of his fresh bread while holding creepy, wide-open eye contact with Bryce, and Natasha and I laughed.
(Page 29)
Dai shoved Bryce’s arm. “He’s obviously smart enough to know that being friends with you means listening to outrageous theories and being force-fed a disgusting amount of protein shakes.”
“You love those protein shakes.”
“Keep telling yourself that.”
“Protein shakes do seem a more effective social deterrent than biting,” Gabriel murmured.
(Page 29)
“Did you go to the game last week?” Bryce aimed that question at Gabriel.
“What game?”
“The baseball one. District playoffs.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Um. It’s fun? And we’re good?”
“So if the team wasn’t good, it wouldn’t be fun and you wouldn’t go?”
“I would,” Bryce said.
“Because you’re on the team,” I told him, and he grinned and pointed at me.
(Page 30)
My partner in crime inched the curtain aside and peered out. If he was spotted, I was staying here forever and letting him get caught alone. I would live behind the curtain and haunt the lobby until the entire building was abandoned and crumbling into a canal and I could slink away without a single person seeing me.
(Page 38)
My partner joined me, crouching more gracefully, without the threat of rearranging the furniture with his face.
(Page 39)
“Sadly, I couldn’t bring my lockpicks on the plane.”
I sighed dramatically. “TSA rules are the worst.”
(Page 49)
“That’s what’s amazing about books, isn’t it? The way they can sweep you away. Let you live another life when you need to not be in yours.”
(Page 51)
His laugh was soft. “The bad makes you appreciate the good, though. If you’ve known darkness, it’s easier to appreciate the brilliance of light. Darkness gives the light more meaning.”
Did the dark days since losing my dad make me better appreciate the time I’d had with him? “Experiencing the light makes it hard when you lose it, though.
(Page 52)
Secrets were a broad bridge leading straight toward fear. Inviting it. After living with them for so long, you tended to forget, until something brought the reminder crashing back—that you weren’t in control at all, and everything you’d built could collapse in an instant if the truth got out.
(Pages 53&54)
She didn’t hear me—earbuds in, probably playing cheerful chirping birds or crowing roosters or the sounds of sleep being murdered, or whatever else morning people listened to at a time when they should be unconscious.
(Page 55)
He grunted.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“You clearly have an opinion.”
“Not one you want to hear.”
“That doesn’t stop you most of the time.”
(Pages 63&64)
Gabriel had stopped and was staring at me.
Oh. Right. I gave him a smile. “Ready, partner?”
“Are you trying to sound like a cowgirl?”
“Yep. Yeehaw.”
(Page 66)
“If Mr. Tanaka has abandoned his plans for world domination through pigeons, it’s time to begin,” Mr. Owens said.
(Page 70)
I posed with my friends as Bryce filmed us before he zoomed in on the pigeons below.
“Tanaka’s army is waiting for him,” he said.
“Don’t worry, troops. I shall return for you,” Dai called.
(Page 72)
Being trapped inside something beautiful was still being trapped.
(Page 73)
I sidled up to Gabriel, who lurked at the edge of the group. “You are here.”
“Where else would I be?”
“Halfway to Rome? Jumping in that canal you mentioned? You kept disappearing.”
“Stalking me again?”
(Page 74)
“Maybe some of us are better with directions than you.”
“Yeah, you strike me as a guy who’s great a following directions.”
“It’s my favorite pastime. Sometimes I but IKEA furniture because I love reading the booklets so much.”
I snorted. “Aren’t those just pictures, without words?”
“Adds to the fun.”
(Page 79)
He grunted. “Worrying so much must be exhausting.”
“It’s called being responsible and polite.”
“Being polite is exhausting too.”
“Then you should have lots of energy saved, since you don’t spend any of it on politeness.”
(Page 90)
Excuse me, sir, may I have another card? I accidentally ate the first one along with your delicious gelato.
(Page 93)
My heart might burst from the magic of that, the way a story could connect people. No matter how different our lives were, we weren’t that different in the end. These people were instant friends, instant family.
(Page 107)
“I am the master of stealth.”
I scoffed. “You’re as stealthy as Dai with an army of robotic pigeons.”
(Page 118)
“Morning,” Dai said as he took a seat at our table. “What are you thinking?”
“ROUS-es,” I said at the same time Natasha said, “Infrared binoculars,” and I groaned.
“Ooh, ROUS-es would complement my pigeon army.”
(Page 120)
“Maybe I love opera,” he said. “Maybe that’s the one thing I wanted to do in Venice.”
(Page 124)
“I prefer not to call people. Phone calls are evil.”
(page 129)
“A friend is someone you can rely on. Someone trustworthy and loyal. Someone you can be yourself with and who’s honest with you. They make you better but don’t try to change you. In my experience, those people are hard to find.”
(Page 129)
“People aren’t simple.”
“Exactly. Different parts come through at different times. We have layers.”
(Page 155)
“Why capuchin monkeys are so creepy.”
“How dare you! Monkeys are cute.”
“Nope, they look too human. Definitely creepy.”
(Page 170)
“To make sure you hadn’t thrown yourself into a canal? Does she know you have a tendency to do that?”
“That’s a more recent hobby. Since meeting you.”
(page 211)
He sighed. “Fine, maybe I like to be invited so I can say no. Even if I don’t want to go, it’s nice to be asked.”
(Page 249)
The delicious smell of paper and old books was like a hug from a friend. Was there a better scent in the world?
(Page 273)
One door opened directly onto a turquoise canal. FIRE EXIT was painted on a narrow stone wall with an arrow and a stick figure diving into the water, which was exactly where the arrow pointed—into the canal.
“Solid plan,” Gabe said. “Seems like a good escape from fire.”
“And any other uncomfortable situation?”
“Exactly.”
(Page 274)
“How sad it is that so many modern storytellers rely on anti-heroes and have moved away from classic heroes like underdogs and noble protectors who fight against darkness.”
(Page 336)
