Heroism is addictive. Maybe that's why it sounds so much like 'heroin.' - Seanan McGuire

"If they're being locked, they're being locked. We don't have a key."
"Sometimes, you don't need a key," said Sumi. Her smile verged on feral. "Sometimes a crowbar is good enough."

Of course this was all real. She had had her share of wild and beautiful dreams, but never anything like this. And if she hadn’t dreamed it, it had to be real, and if it was real, of course they were still there. Real places didn’t go away just because you’d had a nap.

There would be time to grab something from the dining hall before she had to go to English class. The thought of having to analyze the poetry of Emily Dickinson without calories was enough to make her want to cry. Why adults constantly wanted to know what centuries-old poems meant was beyond her. Shouldn’t someone have found the right answer by now? Or at least an answer good enough to accept?