I hate the vamp jobs. They think they’re so suave. It’s not enough for them to slaughter and eat you like a zombie would. No, they want to be all sexy, too. And trust me:...

I’m still afraid to sleep—too many ghosts peering creeping condemning.

I don’t dislike them, nor do I like them. I’ve never understood why one must love children simply because they are children. I don’t love people because they are people; in fact, I rarely like...

I am a girl in want of complete destruction.

What’s the point in hating something if you aren’t proactive?

Everyone here is insane. I am the insanest of the insane.

What do you think? Does this face make me look fat?

Tell you what. Let me go and I promise not to tell anyone that you aren’t suave.

It makes a soul lonely when even your tongue has no home.

My bed is massive (I drown in it, and it doesn’t matter how big the bed is, my nightmares more than fill it)

It’s a lie, but it’s the lie he needs. I’m going to hell.

I have to trust that, or I’ll lose my mind. Well, lose it more.

Being dead wasn’t supposed to hurt. Where was the fairness in that? If I was dead, the least the universe could do was make it painless

I let my face go blank and nodded slowly. “Yes. The trolls. Back. With me. Cannot form. Complete sentences.” I shook my head. “Yeah, so not happening.

I wish many things, but I wish I had been able to tell you that I love you, in so many more ways than that word can convey in Alben.

I think happy thoughts and feel happy things and I do not let myself near the swirling black edges of the hole that is my soul when I look at them.

I lie constantly. All the time. I’m nothing but one big mass of lies.

You do know Fia!” I blurt, then bite my lip.

I guess I can’t blame him for feeling bitter. Going from being the terror of Bulgarian nights to a janitor would kinda suck

…sometimes I get tired. Sometimes I get bored. And sometimes all I want, more than anything else in the world, is to go on a freaking date.

Shadows go in front of you, leading into your future, and trail behind you, leaving a part of you in the past. They are clearest when we are in the light, and disappear when we...

Pretending is another way of lying, and I am so good at both.

Then the other door opened. I wen’t rigid. If I had thought Reth’s was beautiful, it was nothing to this soul. It filled the night with light, dancing and rippling like the reflection on a...

Too true.

Goodness, I didn’t expect you to be quite this enthusiastic about my advances. If I don’t play hard to get, how will I ever know whether or not you respect me?

Yes. You’re the secret when it’s dark. Dark is safe.

I should curl up in a ball and cry. Instead i think about everything in the whole entire world that makes me angry – There is a lot, oh, there is a lot – and...

Faeries and vampires were glittery now? Honestly.

Freedom was a foot away when they turned back to me. The one who kept speaking, a tall vamp with a handsome curly-haired glamour, shook his head. “Sorry.” He bared his fangs in an apologetic...

I closed my eyes. I used to think I was protecting the world, too. But it wasn’t that simple. Nothing was. Who were we to decide that anyone or anything didn’t deserve the spark of...

I’m kidding, you idiot. Let’s go.

They’re crystal blue, a shade that shouldn’t exist on the human body, I shade I immediately crave, a shade that makes my heart beat a little bit faster–almost as if I recognize it. I want...

Sometimes I wanted to take a memory – one perfect memory – curl up in it, and go to sleep.

Mmm. Cupcakes.

I’d use the term ‘suck’ sparingly around me. Don’t want to go planting ideas in my pretty, dead head.”I threw a pillow at her.

Where did you find that one?””I have no idea. I’m a magnet for crazies, I guess.””They must be able to sense a kindred spirit.””Your one to talk. Don’t you have more hordes of the undead...

You cannot control faeries. Can. Not. They aren’t logical or rational. They don’t obey the same laws (physical, social, emotional, traffic – you name it) that we do.

I wonder what it would be like to be with a boy who blushes when he looks at my skin.

Jack might look my age, but he was like a little kid on a sugar high — in need of a good spanking. — Good heavens, that sounded creepy.

Christmas Eve is my favorite… I think the anticipation is more fun than anything else. I kind of lost that. The idea that something – food, traditions, an arbitrary date on the calendar – can...

Plus as she put it, Prince Eric was far too hairy and peach colored for her taste. I always thought he was pretty hott, but then again, I am a mammal.

You’ll be fine, just some minor burns and hypothermia, which was kind of hard to explain.

I’ll be fine. I’m always fine.

Thank you for giving me another chance.””Thank you for deserving one.

The door opens with a rusted jingle, and an animatronic Santa insults my moral virtue three times. Ho, ho, ho.

I chose him. If I chose him, he had to be the right choice. I wouldn’t love him if it weren’t right.

You are a headache.

I am so filled with wrong I don’t remember what right is.

This is the tragedy of knowing my fate: I have seen how it ends, and I will walk right into it, and nothing will change.

Fabulous” Jack said, reaching down and plucking a crimson flower. A small scream sounded from it as he severed the stem. He smiled maliciously, then started stomping with abandon through the beds of blossoms, a...