I want you. I want only you. I want all of you. But I'll take whatever you're ready to give.
Nash has been the sun lighting up the horizon of my life, outshining everything else in my world. I'd thought once that he was to good to be true. Turns out I was right.
Tod's eyes widened, and his irises swirled in tight twists of blue. "Well, I don't see that I have much of a choice, considering that's part of Reaper Law." "There's a Reaper Law?" "Of course. 'A reaper is Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous...'" He shrugged. "It gets boring after that. But this situation is clearly covered under the 'helpful' category." I rolled my eyes. "I think that's the Boy Scout law." "They took it from us. But they left out all the good stuff.
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.
Why do they call it losing your virginity, anyway? It's Not Like I don't know where I left it." "You'd be surprised how many people don't.
Are you going to deliver whatever threat Avari sent you with, or are we going to have to start guessing?" Tod said. "I gotta warn you, I'm insanely good at charades.
So, you reap souls and crush hopes? Is that part of the job, or just a service you offer for free?
She just got out of the hospital. Why don't you go gossip behind her back, like decent people?
Uh, yeah, I do. The scythe was a little tricky at first, but—much like golf—turns out it’s all in the swing.
He’s not like you, Tod. Aside from a couple of notable exceptions, you tend to think things through, but Nash is ruled by his heart—
Eastlake High makes Buffy's hellmouth look like a crack in the sidewalk.
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.
Lit majors are not known for watching where they're going; most of us walk with our eyes in a book instead of on the path ahead.
She wasn't feeling nothing. She was feeling too much. She was blocking it all out. That was a survival skill, and her still-beating heart was proof that it worked.
Think of it as a second opinion on his value. If he wasn't worth the fight, wouldn't she just let him go? Wouldn't you?
I held her tighter, just because I could. Because she was fierce, and beautiful, and mind.
He went down like a cheerleader after prom.
She watched me with a creepy sort of detached curiosity, as if I were a bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of her. I wondered briefly if she was the ant stomper type.
Congratulations. Your official super-nerd badge is in the mail.
Great. I'm psychotic and sparkly.
I couldn't see who swam in the darkness, who wore shadows like a second skin.
I’m confiscating your hair dryer—you’ve fried your brain.
Come near me and I'll rip your wings off and beat you with them.
I'd just stepped out of the kiddie pool and into the deep end, with no floaties. And drowning was not an option.
Relief washed over me like that first air-conditioned breeze on a hot summer day.
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