She wants me to take out Patton.” Barron’s brows draw together. “Take out? As in transform him?” “No,” I say. “As in take out to dinner. She thinks we’d make a good couple.

When you don't know what you're searching for, you have to look absolutely everywhere.

I have to spring a cat out of Rumelt Animal Shelter. Think of it as a prison break." It does the trick. He laughs. "Whose cat?" "My cat. What do you think? That I break out the cats of strangers?" "Let me guess, she was framed. She's innocent.

You can break a thing, but you cannot always guide it afterward into the shape you want.

It's not that I want you to be a certain way--don't you want a boyfriend?" "Why bother with that? Let's find incubi." "Incubi?" "Demons. Plural. Like octopi. And we're much more likely to find them"--her voice dropped conspiratorially--"while swimming naked in the Atlantic a week before Halloween than practically anywhere else I can think of.

She knew she shouldn't feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.

Put your puppet on the throne." said Talathain. "You may make her Queen but she won’t be Queen for long.