The question of what we are can only be answered by ourselves. We each decide what we are by the life choices we make. How we were made, who are parents are, where we are from, the color of our skin, who we choose to love, all those things do not define us. Our actions define us, and will keep defining us until even after death.

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.

This time the fluttery feeling in my stomach was more intense. It made the inside of my thighs tingle and my breathing deepen.

I never said I didn't like kissing you. The problem is too many guys have like kissing you." - Erik Night to Zoey Redbird (Ch 26)

Damien has died and gone straight to gay boy heaven,' Shaunee said.

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

"You ever have that happen where you meet someone and just - clash? We were like a gravel and cream sandwhich." "That is the weirdest thing you have ever said. I suppose you were the cream?" "Of course I was the cream. Sha."