Startled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were rough, chapped. She felt the sting of fangs against her bottom lip. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Mouth opening under hers. The smell of him- of cold, damp stone- made her head swim. One kiss slid into another and it was perfect, was exactly right, was real.

Nevermore," Lolli said. "That's what Luis calls it, because there are three rules: Never more than once a day, never more than a pinch at a time, and never more than two days in a row.

It’s hard to come up with a scheme to thwart some other scheme you don’t even know about.

We’re all dying, Cassel. It’s just that some of us are dying faster than others.

She wears trouble like a crown. If she ever falls in love, she’ll fall like a comet, burning the sky as she goes.

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

Carney is like a graveyard where everyone already owns their plots and has built houses on top of them.