Magic is a power, much like madness but so much more like fire.

How did you do that?”
I shrug. “I click my heels three times and say, ‘There’s no place like home.’”
“Uh-huh. So … you think this is your home? My barn? His tone is playful, but the look he’s giving me is dead serious. A question.
“Haven’t you guessed by now?” I say, my heart hammering. “My home is you.

Dude. Hot Bozo. Best nickname ever.

I’ve learned that sometimes, when you’re afraid but you keep on moving forward, that’s the biggest kind of courage there is.

I like it,” I said. “The material’s so heavy, though. I
may turn into a sweat monster.

Each second neared our last.
We danced.
“Kieren . . .”
“Shhh . . .”
We danced.
“I’ll be okay.” Was that me lying? Or him?
We danced.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered, brushing his lips
against mine. “Know that I’m missing you already and
that you’ll always be in my prayers.”
When I opened my eyes, I stood alone in the middle of
the dance floor.