Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.

Find Eloy. Smack his head into a wall, dance on his guts... I'd get creative. Spontaneous like.

My mother isn't crazy. She simply has a harder time than most reconciling her reality with everyone else's reality.

You try getting through the Hollows traffic with a stoned redhead hanging out the window shouting, 'I'm king of the world!' ~Lee

See, this was why I liked coffee. You couldn’t screw up making coffee. Even the bad stuff was good.

My blood rose, mixing with my lingering fear of the unknown to drive her to a fever pitch. Her lips touched my lower neck and vertigo spun the room, burning tracings of desire to settle deep and low in me. I exhaled into the promise of more to come, calling it to me. I breathed it in like smoke, the rising passion starting a feeling of abandonment inside. I didn’t care anymore if it was right or wrong. It just was.

I ought to file charges of uncommon stupidity against you for letting her try this alone." ~ Newt, Black Magic Sanction, Kim Harrison