I know you followed me. Don't look so surprised. It's called a rearview mirror.

I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.

Your enemy's enemy is your friend

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.

Door’s locked,” he said. “And we have unfinished business.

If you keep running from me, you're never going to figure out what's really going on.

He was abominable...and the most alluring, tortured soul I'd ever met.