Wrong. Enemies don't fight with such determined passion. That kind of focus is reserved for friends at odds with one another." pg 69 Tomas to Vlad

Vlad's heart sank into his stomach, then squeezed its way down his leg and popped out of the hole in his shoe, where it struck the floor and broke.

When will it begin, anyway?" Sirus held his gaze for a moment, his eyes full of concern- a concern that Joss didn't understand. "Probably sooner than you're ready for." "When's that?" "Well." Sirus sighed, as if doing the math in his head."It'll take us about three minutes to gather this stuff and get to the cabin, and another two or three for Abraham to realize you're here. So I'd say you have about seven more minutes of freedom left.

If you thought eighth grade was tough, try it with fangs and a fear of garlic.

I drive well! Says who your mom? No actually, she won't even get in the car with me.

It never gets easier, missing you. And sometimes I wonder if it ever will.

A label doesn't make something so. A label is just a word. It's what a person does that makes them who they are