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

I would remain nearer you for what time there is." "Gone in one faerie sigh," she quoted. Leather-clad fingers brushed over her short hair, rested on her cheek. "I can hold my breath.

The problem with cell phones is that you can’t slam them down into a cradle when you hang up. Your only option is to throw them, and if you do, they just skitter across the floor and crack their case. It’s not satisfying at all. I close my eyes and bend down to pick up the pieces.

I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.

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

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

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