It was like a mask had been pulled away from his face, uncovering a monster hidden beneath his friendly façade.

If it is possible to die of grief then why on earth can't someone be healed by happiness?

If #SpartanSurvived failed in its efforts, no one would be the wiser. There was no risk to her online persona. No backlash from haters. Anonymity__ cloak both protected her and kept the torch of Spartan alive. Because as much as fandom knew a fan had created the post, the faceless message held the faint promise of authenticity. And if people believed it, then the magic was real. They could change Spartan__ fate, because they thought they could, and tonight__ video would cast the first spell.

She needed to recover. His father had died in January; it was only the end of May. They needed to stick to the routine they'd established during the intervening months. in that way, their life would return to its original shape, like a spring stretched in bad times but contracting eventually into happiness. That the world could come permanently unsprung had never occurred to him.

Lament invoked love.Woe invoked wonder.Grief invoked grace.Cry invoked celebration.(Page 80)

So she's one of the grande dames of fandom? The Madame de Staël of the Starveil world?