Somewhere Beyond the Sea (Cerulean Chronicles, #2)

by T.J. Klune

“If you’re going to talk about us, we should probably listen to make sure you describe my garden right. Make sure you mention my begonias. I’m awfully proud of them.”

Why is it that I must always worry about tomorrows?

“So loud,” Talia said with stars in her eyes. “Do you think you could do that when Linus is in the shower?”

“Great,” Linus said. “Now that I know fish are aware of the concept of Hell, I’m questioning everything.”

Right when Miss Marblemaw opened the sliding door and stuck her head in, Talia said, “And that’s the reason I decided to devote myself to the Lord.”

Emma Lazarus wrote, ‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, the tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!’”