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.

Better to be strong than pretty and useless.

The only place their voices were left was in my head. It was better than being alone but it was so, so lonely.

What do you say when someone takes on a really bad ass, murdering sucker for you? There just aren't words for that.

It truly sucks to doubt your friends when you only have one or two of them, I realized.

I sensed him leaning forward. It's weird to feel someone's attention on you that way, like you're the only thing in the world they're listening to. Most of the time people are distracted, or just thinking about what they're going to say next.

His eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger.