Page 84: "I fill the blender to the brim to compensate for all the extra fruit I added. I end up pressing the blend button. Without the lid on. The contents of my smoothie masterpiece go splattering all over us."

Page 101: "The bubbling increases. "Wooden spoon," I say to myself, remembering what Mom said. I begin stirring."

Page 201: "One of the flower clips in my hair falls on the table and Victor picks it up. "Is it is sunflower?" he asks me. "Yea, they were my Grandma's favorite flowers.""

Page 215: "He grabs the apron he was wearing earlier and holds it out for me. I try to fasten it, but I'm so nervous I keep dropping the strings."

Page 1: "Katyani stepped out and blew the sleep dart from her wooden pipe."

Page 32: "The stranger stood beside her, holding up a small cloth bag filled with fragrant herbs."

Page 85: "She jerked around, heart thudding, her dagger in her hand. "You. Why are you here?" She sheathed her dagger, groaning at her luck."

Page 176: "The Acharya strode toward the firepit. It had been filled with twigs of fragrant wood. Varun lit a sandalwood twig and handed it to the Acharya."

Page 155: "She hands me a bright purple drink with a jasmine flower floating at the top."

Page 182: "Our hands move together and we start pouring the foamed milk into the cup."

Page 207: "Without warning, it springs up. I don't have time to shriek, let alone duck, before its little paws dig into my hair and snatch at my sunglasses before jumping off my shoulder."

Page 263: "Something overcomes me and I take my tablet out of my bag. "Is it okay if I sketch for a bit?""

Page 53: "As Rafi pulled back the muslin sarong that made up the doorway to her makeshift tent, she looked out at that sea view and breathed in the delicious salt water air."

Page 140: "His eyes, both dark pools sparkling with the reflection of the campfire, locked onto Rafi, and she couldn't help but drown in them."

Page 220: "Rafi turned around to see him but was instantly blinded by his flashlight beam."

Page 268: "The hand, poking hight out of the center of the gang, gripped a nail file like a butcher knife, and it came down in a forceful, terrifying swing."

Page 51: "I wake up before the sun. Where's Louis? I touch his pillow. Cold."

Page 233: "I spot Louis in a dark hoodie, leaning on a statue with his face buried in a book. I pluck the book from his hands, thinking its the only way to get a proper hug..."

Page 261: "There's a bracelet inside. It's delicate and gold. The charm is the fleur-de-lis, the symbol of the Bourbons."

Page 5: "Remy is obsessed with working on these puzzles. I playfully steal the piece from his hand."

Page 24: "I know this list by heart, because even if I'm a wallflower, I...I want to change."

Page 148: "I slide the keys into his hand, a strange static buzzing up my fingers when I brush against his calluses from the electric guitar."

Page 227: "The assistants come out again and one slides a box into my hands. I look down at the label in shock: Locked in a Library - Escape Before YOU Get Checked Out!"

Page 40: "Sara's hand briefly rose to touch the panuelo she was wearing. "It's a shawl. It reminds me of where I came from.""

Page 57: "Cedric must have seen this in her eyes, for he reached over the edge of his cot and pulled a large leather portfolio from beneath his mattress."

Page 308: "She placed her eye against the keyhole and what she saw, she could not rightly believe."

Page 362: "In the middle of the garden the great white rose that Mary had seen in her vision bloom extravagantly, so heavy with blossoms that the climbing vines sagged with the weight."

Page 70: "The suncatcher moves in a circle until it clanks against the window and comes to a stop. I watch to see if it stirs again. Until daylight makes it burst colors around my room."

Page 161: "Auntie opens her mouth to speak, but Inez flinches backward, nearly knowing into the candles. "It burns," she screams out. "The crystal...""

Page 410: "No one says yes or no, but then I stand and they follow me to the side of the house. Out of sight and away from the windows. We each hold two fingers to the mirror and charge it under the moon."

Page 43: "Ilona was in the middle of baking bread. But she'd clearly been baking all day. Three loaves sat stacked on the windowsill, wrapped loosely in cloth, and another bowl was covered, with dough rising inside, Csilla suspected."

Page 73: "Csilla untied the bow on the front beneath her name and pulled the string off the package. Carefully, she unfolded the paper. In the middle lay four black notebooks, their edges frayed and worn as if they'd been well loved and read many times."

Page 243: "She reached into her memory for a prayer she hadn't said in years, but she remembered it, her mother's hands on her hands. She sank the newspaper into the river as far as she could, and when she pulled it out, the paper burned like a torch, the flame flickering red and white and orange like a sunset, and it did not go out. A light in the dark."

Page 90: "Noor's bracelets jangle as she reaches for the phone. The sun catches her cheekbone, painting it a deep golden brown."

Page 233: "When the color is back in her skin and the first aid kit is put away, I find the kite buried beneath canvas shopping bags, a floral sheet, and a rusty steering wheel lock."

Page 361: "That's when the first book arrives. It's brand new from some online mega chain - we're not allowed to get used books in here. It's called The Bird King by G. Willow Wilson."

Page 147: "Betrothal gifts arrive from all the prominent houses-tea sets, celadon vases, mother-of-pearl jewelry boxes..."

Page 172: "A single writing table is positioned at the back of the room before a paper screen. It's a beautiful screen, four times the length of the one in Shin's room, and twice its height. Each of its panels shows the life stages of a crane, from newborn hatchling to the last panel, which shows the crane in flight..."

Page 247: "Shin slips his hand into his robes and pulls out a silk purse. He unknots the drawstring, and the pebble carved with the lotus flower tumbles out."

Page 42: "I pluck a random journal from the heap. The cover's brown leather is embossed with an ornate double-headed eagle, and the edges of the pages are gilded. Very gently, I flip it open and am greeted with the almondy-sweet scent of library; the decay of paper and ink."

Page 270: "It is a responsibility greater than any person should ever bear. The clock in the drawing room struck eight o'clock."

Page 330: "The letter at the bottom of the box, has one word written on the front of the envelope; Henry. It's the handwriting that stops me cold: spidery, familiar cursive - only it's in English. As I turn the envelope over in my hands, they tremble. The letter has never been opened."