There was nothing wrong with fire … as long as you didn’t stand too close. Something to keep in mind.

If I need romance, that's what Netflix is for.

What little light was left inside me flickered out.

It makes no difference to me whether I shoot you or you fall to your death.” “It does make a difference,” I said, my voice small but confident. “You and I share the same blood.” I lifted my hand precariously, showing him my birthmark. “I’m your descendant. If I sacrifice my blood, Patch will become human and you’ll die. It’s written in The Book of Enoch.

I wanted to imprint his touch, his taste, even the scent of him so solidly inside me that no one could take them away from me.

You find the wrong boy, you ask for trouble. You find the right boy, you find love.

Her hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.