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

Keep your vampire mitts off me. I'm not your friggin' blood toy.

I’m not going anywhere with you, you little shoemaker,” I said (Rachel to Trent)

Rachel?” came Ivy’s voice from her room. “Where’s my sword?” “In the foyer where you left it last week when the evangelists were canvassing the neighborhood

But the same things that had once attracted menow left me with a mild sense of unease. Ivy would say I was getting smarter, but I just felt…empty.

HAPA was like mint. You could rip it up, and six months later, it was back, healthier than ever. Mint smelled better, though, and you could make juleps out of it. I don’t know what I could make out of HAPA. Compost, maybe.

God, if you ever loved me, open my eyes for me when I'm being this stupid! (Ron)