Filli

“I guess that makes sense. And by the way—your friends?” Amy glanced over her shoulder to take another peek at them. “Are they in a contest to see who can be the most gorgeous or something?” Sophie had to laugh. “They might be.” “It’s ridiculous,” Amy told her. “Especially Fitz’s family. I mean, seriously, who looks like that?”
― Shannon Messenger, Nightfall

“And while we’re talking about Keefe,” Tam jumped in, his silver eyes focusing on Sophie, “I know you’re going to get mad at me for saying this. But before we keep trusting him, we need to find out what he knows—and I don’t just mean the little bits he tells you during your nightly flirt sessions.” “That’s not what they are,” Sophie snapped. “Maybe not for you. But I doubt the guy who calls himself the president of the Foster Fan Club is going to have a bunch of private convos with you and not use that chance to try to keep winning you over.” “Winning me—what?” Sophie asked. “That’s not—I—what?”
― Shannon Messenger, Lodestar

“I could see that,” Marella agreed. “By the way, how long has Fitzphie been official?” Sophie choked on her next breath. “It’s not.” “Seriously?” Marella asked. “Then what was with that hug?”
― Shannon Messenger, Nightfall

“Reyna had always thought of Jason Grace as the all-American boy. Thalia looked more like the girl who robbed all-American boys at knifepoint in an alley.”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus