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Careful, pot," Tod said. "Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle.
If you live in the dark long enough, you start to forget what light looks like.
This seems headed into girl-fight territory," Tod said. "Should I make popcorn?
I don't have you, and without you, it feels like what I do have doesn't matter.
From adult diapers to bedpans? Move over, Elvis, I’m the afterlife of the party!
Dad, I can count the number of normal school days I've had this year on one hand.
Can’t clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so don’t punk out. Make it count.
Relief washed over me like that first air-conditioned breeze on a hot summer day.
What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?
Suggestions?" I asked [...] Marc never took his gaze from the cage. "Get the hose.
Wonderful, a death match on my first day behind bars. Some girls have all the luck
A smart woman would have shut up. Did I? Hell no. Intelligence is overrated anyway.
Was I wearing my 'I'm done with my virginity, please get rid of it for me' T-shirt?
In the end, it only comes down to one thing: choosing the one you can’t live without.
How is it wrong to put everything you have into getting what you want most in the world?
I liked that about her. I liked how laid back she was, when she wasn’t trying to stab me.
So, 'reaper' is really just a nice word for 'covert pervert?' Is that what you're saying?
I held her tighter, just because I could. Because she was fierce, and beautiful, and mind.
Ask for the impossible, then settle instead for what you really wanted in the first place.
Hey." Tod squeezed my hand to draw me out of my thoughts. "I think death looks good on you.
I'm searching for a shred of humanity in that shriveled tangle of arteries you call a heart.
I want you. I want only you. I want all of you. But I'll take whatever you're ready to give.
I don't want to wear your dad's clothes. He hates me." "You'd rather wear mine?" Nash scowled.
Then strong, warm arms wrapped around me from behind. "I've got you," Tod whispered in my ear.
The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.
She just got out of the hospital. Why don't you go gossip behind her back, like decent people?
Alec rolled beautiful brown eyes. "No fair playing the death card." "No fair having it to play.
If she were going to die, I'd already be screaming. I'm a female bean sidhe. That's what we do.
Change your mind about playing doctor?" "No, but I hear candy-striper uniforms are pretty cute.
Unfortunately, what my head wanted and what my heart wanted were two completely different things.
There was just no good way for a dead son to greet his mother almost two weeks after his funeral.
It was an addiction. A pointless, self-destructive addiction. But really, is there any other kind?
So, you reap souls and crush hopes? Is that part of the job, or just a service you offer for free?
Is that a joke? Please tell me you're joking. -Sophie I never joke about carnivorous bunnies. -Luca
Regret couldn't fix what he's broken. Apologies couldn't bring back what he's lost. What we'd lost.
You know, most girls sleep with a teddy bear or an extra pillow. But I gotta say, that's kinda hot.
I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.
So could we please not mob the three-thousand-plus-year-old reaper like tweens at a boy-band concert?
10:38 AM - Third period. Kaylee has no class this period. I have no one to kill. Coincidence, or fate?
His safety was more important than anything to me. Even if he would never know enough to understand that.
Screw this. He’d blown his shot at nice-and-easy, which only left quick-and-brutal—my favorite way to play.
Uh, yeah, I do. The scythe was a little tricky at first, but—much like golf—turns out it’s all in the swing.
You thought you could figure that out online? Somehow I don't think hellions are much into social networking.
You two are cracked," Tod snapped. My smile widened. "Says the undead man in love with the soulless pop star.
If this had ever happened before, it couldn't be happening now. That's what they mean by 'once in a lifetime'.
Leave the door open," my dad said, the second most common warning in his arsenal. Right behind, "Nash, go home.
Survival strategy. If you’re not careful, this place will eat you alive, and Kaylee’s like bait for the beasts.
Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart.
I'd just stepped out of the kiddie pool and into the deep end, with no floaties. And drowning was not an option.
I think we should all earn our place in the world. [...] We owe the world something. We owe the world everything.