I did that thing where you scratch your eyebrow and flip someone off at the same time. I'm good at multitasking like that.

Glitch was about as wild and unpredictable as a carrot stick.

Dead people I could handle. They were usually beyond hysteria. This was the people-left behind part. The hard part.

She blinked at me, then realized I was panicking. Honestly, it was like admitting to murder before being interrogated. “Ms. Davidson,” she began, but I decided to trip her up, to throw her off the trail of blood I’d left like an injured animal. “I don’t speak English.

I totally should've gone to Hogwarts when I had the chance.

If I couldn't be a good example, I'd just have to be a horrible warning.

I know," he said in almost bored contemplation. "My manners suck. I like to chalk it up to a dissatisfying childhood." "I'd chalk it up to that narcissistic personality disorder laces with a smidgen of schizophrenia. Your mother would be proud.