Sometimes everyone does the right thing and there's still a mess left to clean up. Someone has to take responsibility for it.

There were only two kinds of people in our town. ―The stupid and the stuck- ―The ones who are bound to stay or too dumb to go. Everyone else finds a way out.

Fate decides until challenged by the fated

Got it. Demon. Death. Doom.

I walked over and picked up one of the jugs. "What's this? Some kind of Caster disinfectant?" Lena took it out of my hand and lined it up with the others. "Yeah, it's called bleach.

The guys were going down one road, and I was going down another.

Maybe Ridley was like chicken pox; you could only catch it once.