I want you. I want you so badly I can’t stand it. When you left, it felt like the world got darker. Like I couldn’t truly see anything. Couldn’t feel anything.
You’re not lost, Kaylee. You can’t ever be lost, because I’ll always know where you are. And if I’m not there with you, I’m on my way, and nothing standing between us will be standing for very long.
Some things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldn’t hear anything. Ever again.
The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.
Chocolate says “I’m sorry” so much better than words.
I had no desire to hear another woman tell my boyfriend how hot he was. If I wanted him to know, I’d damn well tell him myself.
Walking around nude in front of humans was not a good way to keep a low profile with the community. It was an excellent way to make new friends, though.
Why is this so hard?” I whispered.His pulse leaped crazily at my admission. “Everything worth fighting for is hard.
…don’t judge your future based on others’ mistakes.
Ethan was loyal and funny and protective. When we were little, he was the brother most likely to make me cry—and mostly likely to wipe away my tears.
…the dead have a way of becoming saints in the eyes of their survivors…
Can’t clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so don’t punk out. Make it count.
The moment the door opened I knew an ass-kicking was inevitable. Whether I’d be giving it or receiving it was still a bit of a mystery.
Screw this. He’d blown his shot at nice-and-easy, which only left quick-and-brutal—my favorite way to play.
Apparently the complete works of Shakespeare packed quite a wallop. To think, my mother said I’d never find use for an English degree. Ha! I’d like to see her knock someone silly with an apron and a cookie press.
What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?
In the office, Michael sat behind our father’s desk, clicking away at the computer with his right hand, and making notes with his left. Ambidextrous freak.
You bitch!”Why is it that whenever I draw blood, I’m a bitch?
Most aspects of my training didn’t agree with me. There wasn’t as much bossing around as I’d hoped for, and there was way too much following orders.
You think he left a big flashing arrow pointing to a filing cabinet labeled ‘Evidence Here!’? He’s a Stray, Ethan, not Wile E. Coyote!
Em didn’t truly understand about my panic attacks – no one did. But she’d never pushed me to explain, never tried to ditch me when things got weird, and never once looked at me like I was a freak.
I got swirling eyes and the capacity to shatter windows with my bare voice. Tod got teleportation and invisibility. The supernatural world is so far from fair.
My aunt and overprivileged cousin only recognize two states of being: glitter and grunge. And if you weren’t glitter, well, that only left one other option.
But wanting something didn’t give one the right to have it.
Eastlake High makes Buffy’s hellmouth look like a crack in the sidewalk.
Tod’s pale brows arched halfway up his forehead, and he looked suddenly, achingly wistful. “She knows not what she says…”Maybe not. But I was starting to get a pretty good idea…
He was beyond gorgeous. But Eastlake High was full of pretty people who acted like total freaks. I blame the local water supply. Which was why I drank bottled water.
Survival strategy. If you’re not careful, this place will eat you alive, and Kaylee’s like bait for the beasts.
Here, just like in my own world, popularity was power; survival required the occasional sacrifice of a damaged limb—or a damaged cousin—and alliances were crucial.
So … will you stay with me until it’s over? Please?” “Kaylee, I would do anything for the girl who granted my dying wish.
And I met Madeline’s necromancer. His name’s Luca.” “A death detector?” Tod made a face. “That’s creepy.” “It gets weirder. He’s dating Sophie.” “On purpose?
But if there was a protocol for how to say goodbye to your newly ex-boyfriend’s brother, right after you kissed him and probably sent your ex into the arms of his willing ex-girlfriend, I didn’t know what it was.
…sometimes compassion is the greater part of honor.
Maddock stabbed his fried egg with his fork, and bright yellow yolk bled all over his plate like a sunshine hemorrhage.
I opened my mouth to tell her that everything would be okay, but the words melted like sugar on my tongue-sweet yet insubstantial.
Son of a motherfucking, ass-reaming, shit-eating, hell-dodging soulless bitch!