Can't get away from your own self.

My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.

But if you didn't believe in monsters, then how were you going to be able to keep safe from them?

Okay. how about that time when you smoked all that weed that you thought was laced with something? You fell into the tub, but you refused to get out because you were convinced that the back of your head was going to fall off? "That third story happened to a guy named Jace in my dorm. Me and Sam and another guy in our hall took turns reading "Paradise Lost" through the locked door. I think it made him more paranoid, though." "That's not true," he says. "Well, he *seemed* more paranoid to me," I say. "And he still gets a little weired out when any one mentions angels.

I'm a powerful being... a wizard," Corny said. "So don't try anything." "Yes," said the little faery, blinking black eyes rapidly. "No. Try nothing.

She knew what it felt like to tremble like that before touching someone -- desire so acute that it became despair.

A second book that makes you rethink the first book is the Holy Grail of a series.