Delancey Burrows

“Because DT was the origin. The end and the beginning. The monster in the dark, the creator, the source. Everything that had happened traced right back to him.
All of it. Andie Bell knew who DT was and she was terrified, so she sold drugs for Howie Bowers to save up money to escape, to get far away from Fairview. She sold Rohypnol to Max Hastings,
who then used those drugs to rape her little sister, Becca. Andie pursued Elliot Ward in her desperate plan to escape to Yale with Sal. Elliot thought he accidentally killed Andie, so he murdered Sal to cover it up, Ravi’s brother dead in the woods. But Elliot didn’t kill Andie, not really; it was Becca Bell, too angry and shocked at her sister’s role in her own tragedy that she froze and let Andie die from her head injury, choking on her own vomit. Five
years went by and then Pip came along, uncovered all those truths. Elliot in prison, Becca in prison though she shouldn’t be, Max not in prison though he should be. And, most importantly, Howie Bowers in prison. Howie told his cellmate that he knew the real Child Brunswick. The cellmate told his cousin, who told a friend, who told a
friend, who put the rumor online. Charlie Green read that rumor and came to Fairview. Layla Mead, wearing the face of Stella Chapman. Jamie Reynolds missing. Stanley Forbes with six holes blown in him, bleeding out on Pip’s hands. Three different stories, but one interconnected knot. And in the center of that writhing knot, grinning at her from the dark, was DT”
― Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder Complete Series Paperback 3 Books Set: A Good Girl's Guide to Murder; Good Girl, Bad Blood; As Good as Dead.

“I had a cousin who neurotically made playlists for every walking moment of her life, and that slightly obsessive habit had rubbed off on me,”
― Lynn Painter, Fake Skating

“See you in the next era”
― Taylor Swift, The Official Taylor Swift | The Eras Tour Book

“Will…” Nico warned. He could see the gears turning in his boyfriend’s mind. He knew exactly where this was heading.

“One summer,” Will forged on, “my mom and I were leaving the Met, and we got in this one subway car that was totally empty—”

“Will,” Nico said more forcefully. “Don’t do it.”

“Oops,” Will said. “Sorry. It just slips out sometimes!”

“What’s happening here?” Hazel said.

“He was going to tell you the Poop Story, and I won’t allow it.”

“Free speech, bro,” said Will.

“I’m not the government! That’s not how it works!”

Hazel shook her head. “Are Frank and I this annoying?”

“Probably more so,” said Nico.”
― Rick Riordan, The Court of the Dead