Cheshvan starts tonight," Rixon said, "What are you doing arsing around in a graveyard?" "Thinking." "Thinking?" "A process by which I use my brain to make a rational decision.

I'd fallen in love with the devil.

I couldn't picture myself with a boyfriend, but if I had to, I envisioned a nice normal guy who turned in his math homework on time and maybe even played rec baseball.

Patch: “Let’s get out of here.” – Nora: “Where are we going?” – Patch: “You’ll see.

In the end, the only thing between us was silence.

But if the choice I have to make comes down to you or me, I choose you. I always have. All my love, Patch

That was a good fight back in the gym,” he said. “But I think you could benefit from a few more boxing lessons.