Face it, you stupid little cookie maker,” Jenks said, almost sounding fond, “in the last couple of days you’ve seen what it’s like to be in a family, with all the touchy tempers and irritation that goes on. Now you get to see the other side, where we do stupid stuff for each other just because we like you. Rache is the little sister. Ivy’s the big sister. I’m the uncle from out of state, and you’re the rich nephew no one likes but we put up with you anyway because we feel sorry for you. Just let me help, huh? It won’t kill you.

Coffee. I could smell coffee. Coffee would make everything better.

Endings are not always bad. Most times they're just beginnings in disguise.

Dead Witch Walking is basically a modern-day witch living in Cincinnati.

Do you have a sleeping bag?” I stared at him. “No. I lost it in the great salt-dip of ’06.

They tried to kill me,” he said, his brow furrowed as he glared at them. “You saw them!” “Yeah?” I spouted off. “They weren’t very good at it!” (Trent and Rachel)

You look like the vamp who bled the cat.