It’s easy to forget that life is the greatest gift of all

Drive. He’s already dead.

What if I wrenched the steering wheel hard to the right and we went crashing into those mist-shrouded trees? Hell, Jane’s hunkload of men would probably appear from nowhere to rescue us, throwing themselves in...

You can’t get the blood out.

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless.

I think it’s time you got a summer love of your own until lover boy sees he need to ditch Gina.

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.

I don’t know why I told you all those things, but I did. Maybe it was because I’m a drunk, and sometimes drunks like to confess.

Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in life and take things for granted.

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people?

Charlee has my arm. She has my arm—my arm that’s rigid from pleasure, from her touch—in her little fingers. She holds my other one, too and she’s right there, that sweet candy perfume stripping the...

What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.

Absolutely. No more pretending!

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me.

He nibbled on my lower lip again and pulled away, his breathing loud and labored. I opened my eyes and met two blue orbs so dark with desire that it almost made me lose all...

He took my hand and held it against his chest, “Feel that? It beats for you.

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time.

Part of me was slightly pissed off that this kiss with him hadn’t happened sooner. As in years ago sooner. Because this one little kiss—it literally rocked my world. He was morphine and I was...

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it.

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be.

What if just you and I hung out, like last summer?” Nick sat up and began twirling a lock of my wet hair around his finger. “Josh never needs to know.

There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it.

I listen closely to her breathing getting slower, deeper until her hand settles over my heart, only beating for her. — Duke

My god, they’re everywhere.

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice.

She is beautiful, soft hair nearly midnight in color, large eyes nearly as dark, and ivory skin like the petals of the lily, and she wore a fragrance of jasmine. But ’tis her willfulness that...

This place is Hell’s waiting room.

‘Eighth one this week,’ he said.

I’m not that good of an actor to fake something like that.

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but.

Fucking is easy, dating is not. — Duke

Right.

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

“You are sitting in my chair, my lord.” She said the words very civilly, she thought. Although he quirked a brow and lowered his chin as if giving her one of those looks. Like really?...