- Wade Thornton: I feel for her like a black Tuesday banker. In the end, the landing was just as rough.
- Wade Thornton: Long as it's been growing, the Thornton family tree has been split down the middle, the evil roots always trying to strangle out the good. I used to think I was on the side of good.
- Bess Marvin: I, on the other hand, have been watching videos of otters. So good at stacking things. Additionally, I have kidnapped Ned.
- Bess Marvin: All I want is to see the screen, and to not deal with jerks, to have a movie style romance, and for no one to get hurt, ever.
- Bess Marvin: You're just going to have to find a way to tell me that balances the public's need to know with Ned's presumably fragile ego.
- Bess Marvin: Nancy, describe Colton's looks using the International Ned Cuteness Unit. We talkin' half a Ned? Two Neds?
- Savannah Woodham: When I was young, there was a spot in my room where I could fold back the wallpaper. There was this gorgeous old wood behind it. I mean, to me it was. I'd trace the ripples in the grain with my finger for sometimes hours.
- Nancy Drew: Why?
- Savannah Woodham: I don't know. I was a girl and it was the only thing I knew about that no one else did. I don't know exactly when it started, but I began to trace a beautiful old willow into the wall over and over again. Strong limbs running up into the sky, and the tangled roots grabbing tight at the dirt. I was obsessed. I traced that tree until I knew every detail. I even started to see it after a time, little indentations in the wood. But one day the lines felt strange and cold- and I realized it wasn't the wall I was feeling. -there was a girl on the other side of the wood. She was showing me what to draw, she was trying to tell me something. I should have shut my eyes tight and glued the paper back. But I didn't and I couldn't. I let her teach me the shape of the tree again, and again until one day I saw it in real life.
- Nancy Drew: What happened?
- Savannah Woodham: Not a thing until a strong storm hit a few months later. I don't have to tell you what they found when they pulled what was left of the willow tree from the ground, now do I? That's when I decided I would learn to listen. I knew even then it'd come at a cost. I just had no idea how high.
- Savannah Woodham: Think of it this way: in one hundred parallel universes, only five Nancys get eaten by a ghost.
- Savannah Woodham: I can't help but wonder if they're misfortunate fools, or just addicted to Sunday clothes and the sound of a spade takin' a bite out of cold clay.