Don't worry about me," I finally said. "Really. I'm more worried about you." And even more worried about where Graves is. "Are you?" A fey smile lit his face, and I caught my breath. It was a shock to see him look so happy. "Well, then.

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

Zombies smell worse than anything you can imagine if you haven’t been hunting things on the dark side of the world. It’s a ripe, gassy odour, like rotting eggs and meat gone bad, crawling blind with maggots. It’s road kill and decayed food and body odour all rolled into one package and tied up with puke.

He was the only boy I'd found worth dating in God knows how many schools. I mean, ever since he'd been bitten by a werwulf he'd been rock-steady. The best thing about this totally effed-up situation.

What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure.

I should start charging uncomfortable thoughts rent. Except what would they pay me in? Probably something even worse.

He stared at his hot chocolate like it held the secret to the universe.