That's the van? It looks like a rotting banana."
This was undeniable - Eric had painted the van a neon shade of yellow, and it was blotched with dings and rust like splotches of decay.

“Not everything that's true needs to be said.”

“As for the temperature of Hell, Miss Gray,” he said, “let me give you a piece o…”

“Simon,” said a voice at his shoulder, and he turned to see Izzy, her face a pal…”

“You don't think I can fight." Tessa said, drawing back and matching his silvery…”