You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

If I'm not a murderer," asked Corny, "how come I keep killing people?

She was the epic crush of my childhood. She was the tragedy that made me look inside myself and see my corrupt heart. She was my sin and my salvation, come back from the grave to change me forever. Again. Back then, when she sat on my bed and told me she loved me, I wanted her as much as I have ever wanted anything.

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.

It's the flaw that brings out the beauty.

It is my belief that books are living things.

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