You used to scream so well when you were scared, back when I lived under your bed.

He whom the gods love dies young.

Then why are you still wearing clothes?

She needed him. More than just his blood or the pleasure he offered with his playground of a body, she needed him—and that was far more terrifying than becoming a blood sucking monster.

Sometimes, there aren’t any good choices. Sometimes, making the right one is hard… It’s funny, but when you think about it, we’re all broken. That’s what life does. It knocks you down and breaks you...

I opened the door and stepped in. Raw pain filled me at the sight of my painting. ‘Show me what it looked like, before the fire.’ His request surprised me, but I did as he...

It hurt, remembering. Hurt because there was so much I’d done, so much I’d yet to do. In so many different ways, I now realized, not remembering had been a blessing. A brief respite in...

Trust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere.

Suddenly, she burst out, “I want to punch her evil, lying face.”Liam caught a flash of hot gold as Dad looked at them, narrow-eyed, in the rearview mirror. Dad said, completely seriously, “I can make...

Mrs. Pott’s beady black eyes narrowed,”Do you know how many glass slippers I have to stitch when I get home? There’s a Mad Hatter serenading a toaster as we speak. There could be mayhem wreaking...

‘Now I lay me down to sleep…’” To me, just random noise. Gibberish. I wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but I felt that, when it came to God, there was a broken promise in...

Maya wrapped one leg around him, writhing against him as she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him to her, urging him on.”Never stop touching me that way,” Maya rasped.

Are ya glad to see me, or is that a roll of poker chips in your pants?

Are you the same woman I brought here, Sasha? You’re like a kid at Christmastime.”–Monroe”You would be, too, if someone fulfilled your most secret fantasies.”–Sasha

Possibly. But remember, Vampyres are not romantic. Vampyres are dead. They are walking reminders of tragedy. Loving one is necrophilia. And wanting to be one is the first step on the road to catastrophe.

Between the world we seeand the things we fear, there are doors. When they are opened, nightmares become reality.

I wish my talent was something that could be celebrated. You see, I can talk to the dead.

A ghostly voice shivered along my spine, whispering, “We shall meet soon, bèt nan bwa.

Fuck you and the paranormal horse you rode in on.

I dropped my dress to the floor and sat on the sofa with renewed determination. This man was going to have sex with me whether he liked it or not.

Man, beast, don’t matter. Something aims to kill you, your kin, your friends, you kill it first. You weren’t carrying that poker to protect yourself against no wolf.

If I am going to be a monster, the least I could do is be well fed!

94 was a good year to be twelve. Star Wars still had two more years as Box Office King, cartoons were still hand-drawn, and the Disney “D” still looked like a backwards “G.” Words like...

You’re not prepared physically or mentally to pick a fight with a thousand-year-old vampire.” he said. ‘He is more cunning and far more ruthless than you.”Maybe I’ll surprise you,’ I said. . .

I don’t speak just so I can be heard; I speak only when I find it absolutely necessary to do so.

You’re apologizing? Seriously, what happened to you? Have you been taken over by a pod person?

My parents think the longer the name, the more powerful the sorcerer, so they named me Cassandra Morgan Ursula Margaret Scot. You can call me Cassie.

The secret weapon is cucumber.’Solange sat all the way up. ‘Jasmine, cover your ears.’MaryAnn, Juliette and Jasmine burst out laughing.’Sheesh, Solange. Get your mind out of the gutter.”MY mind is just fine, thank you. It’s...

Michael had learned the hard way that nothing good came from interfering in the affairs of the afterlife.

I’m not punishing you.’ ‘No?’ ‘No. You’d know if I was. Trust me.

My thousands-of-years-old virgin…

But these dresses? I don’t know what to do. They’re the wrong color, and they’re hideous!” She went into a hysterical fit of tears.

We’re all guilty of saying insincere things at one point or another, if only just to make the moment not totally suck as much as it truly does.

I wanted to pull out his toenails and poke them in his eyeballs.

I might be able to walk away from sexy, dangerous shifters, but chocolate had me at its beck and call.

When their mouths collided, the earth shifted, and she felt like she was coming face-to-face with death, and the brush was sweet, while he experienced life in the most shattering way.

Stand still while I yell at you.

You’ve got the wrong girl.””On the contrary…” the voice murmured, “I’ve got exactly the girl I want.” Her body turned to ice. Her mind fought for calm. There were people only yards away, yet she...

spirit,” however explained, was real, because of his own undeniable experiences—which, though he might suppress them, he couldn’t altogether erase from memory.

Because that means you’re thinking, and a thinking woman is usually something to fear.

Fearful that they would be caught, the young lovers cast themselves into the sea with their stone, saying these words, “May we ever be united in love and hidden as long as this stone hides...

Leave before I have to rip your eyes out with my dull Lady Bic razor.

Food shouldn’t be that shade of green, lass.” – Faolán MacIntyre

I knew that kind of thinking was paranoid, but after the wacky crap that had happened to me over the last couple of months, these days I’d be suspicious of a jolly white-bearded man in...

Like the end of Terminator 2? Good question. If there’s even a single cell remaining, it can regrow my whole body. But even if there isn’t a single cell left, then an ancient spell I...

There’s death and life, you see. We all shine on. A leaf, a star, a song, a laugh. Notice the little things, because somebody is reaching out to you. …Somebody loves you.

When an answer finally comes to me, I know I’ve completely lost all my wits – or as my mama used to tell my father, I have a few screws loose.

That settles it, no more books about vampire before bedtime.

I’m sure,” Nine said with a laugh.

Then you should be writhing on the ground with the hounds,” Mace mumbled.