There was Kir, red hair combed back and That Expression on his sharp face. Even his freckles looked serious. I'd given up wondering how a freckle-faced teenager could look so much like a disapproving granny.

Richelle Mead delivers sexy action and tongue-in-cheek hellish humor-if damnation is this fun, sign me up!

But it's a whole lot easier to keep[secrets] when you've got someone else who knows breathing in the same room. Carrying them alone is like having a huge spiky weight digging into your shoulders and chest, a weight you can't shift even while you're sleeping.

He wiped away the tears, tenderly, and I forgot to weep as he told me silently everything I always wanted to hear.

Besides, the normal people here wouldn’t see it. That was what “different” meant. It’s just another word for lonely.

most of us, as we undergo the growing up process, do not get what we want or even what we should. We get what we have, and no more, and we find out how to make what we have work for us.

Come take a look at one of the oldest human urges- religion. After all, the only thing that makes us screwier is sex.