After that, she wasn't sure what the game was or if she'd imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost.

If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, then surely you should be friend to my friend.

Death has his favorites, like anyone. Those who are beloved of Death will not die.

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

Life's full of opportunities to make crappy decisions that feel good. And after the first one, the rest get a whole lot easier.

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.

Poisonous jealousy thrummed through my veins.