I worried I would miss it, and I knew, from losing Wyatt, that things happen the moment the soul is released. Wyatt had been there in the school, watching me, making sure I survived. Souls...

And Esme remembered in a rush–the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the...

Kissing is something that makes up for a whole lot of the other crap you have to put up with in school, and as a teenager in general

But when I close my eyes, I’m more like THIS under the surface: I’m laughing and scheming and dreaming.

It had been along time since I breached the surface of the world above. My parents wouldn’t allow it. So as far as I knew, the survivors that remained were savages. I’d seen a few...

The world is only as small as your mind makes it.

My name on his lips is a symphony. How can two simple beats of basic human language engulf me so completely? We stare at each other for a mini infinity. I’m terrified of speaking and...

Why am I not good enough?At least he loves Darren and Yaichain some wayeven if it’s horrible, he shows them attentionand I am furnitureI get nothing nothingnothingno thing

We’re enveloped in pitch black. “Wait here,” I whisper.”Are you getting your ax?””Handcuffs.””Kinky. But, okay, I’ll try it.

You won’t find the tales I bear in any books . . . My tales are from the Moon Realm.” —Ebb Autumn

Sun and snow is an Angel’s glow, but storm and rain? That’s a Demon’s bane.

Almost immediately, I found the red door into the library. I opened it idly- and the breath stopped in my throat. It was the same room I remembered: the shelves, the lion-footed table, the white...

Your scare tactics are useless on me, Thane. My people have needs of their own, and they don’t include being locked up in an underground cavern by a bunch of overgrown mosquitoes.

Lynetta bared her wickedly sharp pointed canines and hissed. Her long black hair hung wildly to her hips, tangled and teased by the breeze. She was petite like me but as strong as a male...

I bet she thought she was getting into a fight with a vanilla wafer on roller skates but little did she know she was getting into a fight with a spider sandwich.

That’s where all the fun is.

I wanted to be his life preserver, the thing that would keep him afloat. Instead, he became my anchor. And I’m tired of drowning.

…These guys totally agree that you’re smokin’ hot but think you’re too young-“”That means ‘flat-chested’. Excuse me. I have to go somewhere and die of embarrassment

Be still for you may hear the hauntingly familiar song of a mermaid.

He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as...

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.

You don’t have to tell them. All they need to do is look in the mirror. I have one friend out in New York, an attorney. She moved out there after the school year to...

The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.

After a kiss like that, he should know I’m the one. He should be down on his knees begging me to marry him and have his little Hottie babies.

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.

It was enough to drive me mad. I was no longer myself and yet I was so much more me than I had ever been before. ~Katherine Demure

This stupid infatuation had to stop. I was Trina Clemons, future valedictorian of Sky Ridge High. I had plans. Plans that didn’t involve any detours with slacker party boys who wore shoelaces in their hair.

I reached down and picked up a baseball bat at my feet and I flung it as hard as it could. It circled and arced high in the air until it slammed against the side...

There’s a light pulsing somewhere, its soft, amber glow gently seeping into the delicate skin covering my eyes, pooling in the tiny gullies on either side of my nose. My body feels heavy, burdened with...

This is a battle trophy and nothing to be ashamed of. Every one of your scars makes you more beautiful to me.

I’m serious, Mar, I don’t know how to act around him now. I can’t be nice, because he’ll hate that. But I can’t be mean just to be nice.””You really need medication.””I’m in a quandary....

There is no way of stopping death, not here. You can prolong it. But at some point, it is bound to catch up to you.

And now I would like the ERA passed, please. Also, this lipstick is fuckin’ killer.

Your father always suspected that being pretty-minded is simply the natural state for most people. They want to be vapid and lazy and vain—Maddy glanced at Tally—and selfish. It only takes a twist to lock...

You want me as much as I want you. And all I want is you.”My tongue warred with my mind. “Today,” I whispered.Noah stood slowly, his body skimming mine as he rose. “Today. Tonight. Tomorrow....

Your powers of observation are formidable,” Michael says and Darien giggles behind one perfectly manicured hand, like some sort of preppie geisha.

You’re all alone. No one wants you anymore. How long did you think we would all stay? You’ve killed each and every person who ever loved you. Even your children won’t want you. They will...

She’s not close enough. She’ll never be close enough…

Nobody wants to be born a One. One’s have the shortest lifespan. They must turn themselves in to The Protectorate for termination at age twenty-five. If I were ever going to feel sympathy for Darian,...

Michael staggered to his feet and turned to face his worst nightmare. Baal stood before him, a smirk on his face. He wore his signature grey, pinstripe, three-piece suit, and casually twisted his pinky ring...

She didn’t want to talk about his nonsensical fairy stuff. “That’s because you can’t take me there. You’re not capable of it. Because it doesn’t exist.

It’s not about surviving. It should be about love. When you know love…that’s what makes this life worth it. When you live with it everyday. Wake up with it, hold on to it during the...

…Life had handed me a different set of cards and I was going to have to play my hand either way.

Let the spirits guide you, but never let them take you.

We were the new people here. We weren’t part of their group. We had to prove ourselves.

My love life couldn’t be more nonexistent if Julius was all all-girls’ boarding school with a moat full of alligators around it.

please,Tana,please.’ -lots of characters in The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

normal” by what you define it, but normal is what you make it. You could spend a lifetime in the house you grew up in and never once feel normal.

The same Andrew Smith is in all these books, but for me, I feel like you can see the point in his writing where he decided he no longer had anything to lose. That, to...

The noise around me blurs, and all I can focus on is his lips and breath and presence.