I closed my eyes and rested my head against his chest, wishing sincerely that Rhiannon would get hit by a bus.

He's not the brightest crayola in the pack.

Time to grow up. Time to stop bawling. Time to do SOMETHING. And that means, if I'm not sleeping, my nerd-herd isn't sleeping either-sun or no sun.

Eyes watching always Shadows in shadows they wait A black feather falls First accepted, loved Then betrayed-spit in the face Vengeance sweet like dots.

But you don't belong here! You're dead!" I sobbed against his chest. "Zo, babe, this is the Otherworld. It's not me who doesn't belong here-it's you.

It's a little hard not to worry when my best friend keeps on dying.

Christ on a cracker. You raped Achilles!