Death was constant, unprejudiced to age, race, or creed.

God will bring into judgment both the righteous and the wicked, for there will be a time for every activity, a time to judge every deed.~Ecclesiastes 3:17

The Bibbidi Bobbidi Beautiful boutique, the name filled me with dread.

Your cell phone is on the nightstand. Call me immediately if something changes. I don’t care if you are merely dizzy or if you start seeing pink dragons, do you understand?” I solemnly swear I...

I jumped between them holding my hands up in front of me to stop the onslaught. We would all sit down and figure this out as rational adults. We’d been adults for a century at...

I have faith in us as a family, and our friends. I think we will survive because we don’t wish to harm anyone. If you ever need something to believe in, believe that to stand...

Her name is Emmilina. She is quite eccentric and was Thomas’s best friend.

Captain I don’t want to be here,” was all he could choke out. Thomas reached over and gave Cricket’s shoulder a tight squeeze.

I was sick of the body count that existed around my family. It seemed statistically that eventually the body count would include my family.

I screeched with frustration, which in hindsight is never okay when there are people trying to kill you.

I thought I saw my entire future once, every moment of it, until the day of my death. I spent it in her arms. Then after twenty years, she left.

Am I saint-like? Do I slay dragons and hang the moon as well?

You cannot have a best friend for one hundred and fifty four years without trust.

He took her hand without question, without fear, and he never regretted it.

He reminded me of one of those adventure seekers on TV. He hadn’t shaved in a few days at least, and his reddish hair was suffering from intense bed head. His Hawaiian shirt and khaki...

Living on steam isn’t easy.

The only time you ever really lose love is when you choose to let it go.

Every part of life changes with every breath we take. If you don’t like where your story is headin’, you fight your fate with everything you have.

There are no saints either. We are immortal, but not so unlike the humans as you think. We have enemies, we have duties, we hate, we struggle, and we love.

Thomas looked around and tried not to let his duty turn him bitter. These were good men, and he would not leave them behind. He had chosen this, an unselfish life.

What kind of person would I be if I didn’t fight for them, those who God deemed most precious?

For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers. My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forget to eat my food. In my distress, I groan aloud and am reduced...

If you don’t get out of this bar, you are going to be writing your thesis via Ouija board.

What if he can’t save me? What if trying destroys us both?

After everything, you still want to believe that love prevails, that in the end there will be justice. That is an illusion, and I pity you.

You can’t know how much a mother loves.

Love is a fairytale blah, blah, blah.

The Castus had become a myth to most, a shadow, but Thomas knew that every rumor was rooted in truth.

I was about to run, possibly fight, definitely scream…

I put my hand on my chest, a habit I never quite shook after losing my heart.