We were screwed and he didn't even kiss us first.

It was one of those idiotic things that could've been resolved in a split second. Tara had no right to touch Raphael, and once she did he had every right to punch her. She should've left it at that, and now she was dead because she didn't.

Magic could not be measured and explained in scientific terms, for magic grew through destroying the very natural principles that made science as people knew it impossible.

If you don't explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody." Of course, Raphael might like that.

What is wrong with you? Many, many things.

He caressed my cheek. "You came for me," I whispered. "Always," he told me.

Oh, I don't know. I might grow on you." She furrowed her pretty eyebrows. "Like a cancer?" "Like a favorite vice.