Oh! Your hand is cold." Ashley cupped her fingers against her shirt to warm them. "I've been dead for seven years," Noah said. "That's as warm as they get.

sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me .

It matters, like this: I belong to Malvern, you don't.

Okay, outside," the clerk said. "Conversation outside. Bye! Have a nice night!

There are only two reasons a non-seer would see a spirit on St. Mark's Eve," Neeve said. "Either you're his true love . . . or you killed him.

In the darkness, he is invisible, but I can still feel him beside me. Sometimes you don't have to see something to know it is there.

I don't trust the ocean, either; it would kill me as soon as not. It doesn't mean I'm afraid of it.