But I knew Nick. He was too ugly to die.

that was humanity's problem right there. they are brain damaged from the early sun

I’d given up on the white picket fence after Kisten had died—finding out my kids would be demons was the nail in the coffin.

I didn’t mean now,” he protested. “I’m not going to raise the child. I’m having enough trouble with Rachel.

Listen before you draw your battle lines, lest you alienate your allies.

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.

She's not your type. Since when do I have a type?