There were no more choices, no more options, no more clever ways out of a tough situation. And the rush, I realized in a brutal wash of despair, is a false god I’ve chased my entire life. One that cost me everything in the blind search for sensation. My entire existence amounted to nothing.

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices.

I hate it when she tabs a line," Ivy whispered to Kisten in the corner. "You ever see anything freakier than that?" "You should see the face she makes when she—" "Shut up, Kist!" I exclaimed, my eyes flashing open to find him grinning at me.

Actually,” I said, hesitant to bring it up, “I was thinking along the lines of a curse that can turn you human.” “Or witch?” Ivy said, surprising me. There was a soft vulnerability in her and I blinked. “You don’t want to be a witch,” I said quickly. “Why not? You are.

I'd say she's get us both fired, but the I.S. doesn't let anyone go. Alive.

...It's easier to find a way to make money at something you love than to learn to love a job that you can make money at.

You need a new hobby, Rachel. Something other than nasty little men with visions of world domination.