City of Ghosts (Cassidy Blake, #1)

by Victoria Schwab

every second you don’t look, your mind just makes it worse because in the end, what you don’t see is always scarier than what you do.

Nothing happens until it happens, and then it’s already happening.

With my luck, pizza is the British word for octopus. I wrinkle my nose.

“Stories have power,” she says. “So long as you believe them.”

“Embrace your strange, dear daughter. Where’s the fun in being normal?”