Somewhere Beyond the Sea (Cerulean Chronicles, #2)

by T.J. Klune

“I pity anyone who tries to cross them with her around. I expect it’s painful to lose your eyes to a cat.”

“Oh no. Are you going senile again? I knew forty-one in human years was old as crap. We’ll have to put him into a home where we’ll promise to visit but then we don’t.”

“Confidence is silent. Insecurities are loud.”

“I’m like an oyster,” Linus said proudly. “Might not look like much, but open me up and there’s hidden treasure within.”

If you go into a situation expecting the worst, it may cloud your ability to see what good can come from it.”

“Are there such things as hairless yetis? I’ve never met one, but you’ve got enough insulation to survive harsh winters, so maybe.”

“He’s not going to fight Jesus,” Talia said. “Last night, Lucy stubbed his toe and cried until Zoe kissed it, so all Jesus has to do is wait for that, and the fight is over.”

row after row of freshly made fudge: peanut butter (delicious!), walnut (exemplary!), mint (toothpaste!), and orange creamsicle (revolting!).

Talia sighed. “It’s so hard being this popular all the time. Like, we get it. You’re obsessed with us. Calm down.”

Zoe whispered, “I’d forgotten how much of a bitch you can be when you put your mind to it.” Arthur kissed her hair. “What a lovely thing to say.”

“Hello, there!” Turnip called, looking at David. “You seem like a fine fellow. Can you help me? Why is it that a goose can be geese but a moose can’t be meese?”