He would have been handsome—in a serial-killer kind of way—if not for those tattoos.

If your mom was here, she would flip her top over your grades." "Flip her lid," I muttered.

Yeah, okay. You're right. I was having dinner with Zombie Carl the other night. You know, steak, rare, and a bottle of vintage type A. He told me all his secrets, but too bad for you I promised him I wouldn't tell. In exchange I asked him to gather his best undead buddies and stalk me through my friend's yard. And oh, yeah, it was totally fine if they wanted to use me as an all-night-dinner buffet, because having organs is SO last year.

Sienna shrugged, apparently unconcerned by what the warrior had said. "You'll have to forgive me for now noticing you back then. Next to him, you're kind of homely." William chocked on his own tongue.

There was something so best-musical-ever when people screamed and begged for mercy, and she could listen to a good musical all day.

Um i'm happy to sit close to you and everything, but i had no idea you would like it so much,' Paris muttered.

Strider: Red hots dude. He'd ruin anything for a mouthful of those. Now pull over. William: Gummy Bears. You should have said so.