He was a patient with a diagnosis that he couldn't understand.

Do you ever get the feeling that something awful might happen?' James asked me. . . I sat up. 'I'm the awful thing that happens.

I watched her and I watched the birds' shadows flit across her face, and I...wanted. I wanted more happy memories to hang up on the ceiling, so many happy memories with this girl that they would crowd the ceiling and flap out into the hall and burst out of the house.

Luke', I said, and immediately added, 'My boyfriend.' My supernatural, doomed, gorgeous, killer boyfriend.

Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.

Why did everything feel like saying good-bye?

I can't tell the difference," I said. "Between not fighting and giving up.