Magic gives you a lot of choices," Grandad says. "Most of them are bad.

The first boy I fell in love with didn't know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.

It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.

So I'm scared, because you're not just not human, you're not like anyone....there's nobody like you in all the world and it's you I want. I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.

A stray dog, I might understand," she said. "But this? You are too softhearted." No, Mabry," Ravus said. "I am not." He looked in Val's direction. "I think she wants to die." Maybe you can help her after all," Mabry said. "You're good at helping people die.

We have about three hours of homework a night, and our evening study period is only two hours, so if you want to spend the break at half-past-nine not freaking out, you have to cram. I'm not sure that the picture of the wide-eyed zombie girl biting out the brains of senior douchebag James Page is part of Sam's homework, bit if it is, his physics teacher is awesome.

I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.