Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.

Too bad the smile was on the face of the wrong man.

Always take the most unexpected route

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

Two students severely injured, you yourself covered in blood, a Reaper on the premises, a Fenrir wolf running around loose somewhere, and extensive property damage to the resort. Well?" Nickamedes snapped. "What do you have to say for yourself, Gwendolyn?" I thought for a second, then grinned at him. "I followed your directions exactly. I never set one foot outside the hotel.

You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.

I hate to say this, but not everyone seems happy that you’re still alive,” Finn said, picking up on the glares coming my way. “You can’t please everyone,” I drawled. “And you know how much I hate to disappoint our dear friends in the underworld.