I don’t like the way he looks at you.” My stomach lurched. “What do you mean? How does he look at me?” “Like you’re not a student and he’s not a teacher.

How will it ever be bearable, Priestess?” His voice was rough. He sounded completely broken. “You’ll see her again. She’s with Nyx now. She’ll either wait for you in the Goddess’s meadow, or she’ll be reborn and her soul will find you again during this lifetime. You can bear it because you know that spirit never really ends-we never really end.

She's easy to lead around, a shiny present here, a pretty compliment there, and you have true love and a popped cherry sacrificed to the god of deception and hormones. Young girls are so ridiculous--so predictably easy.

If you have good friends, no matter how much life is sucking , they can make you laugh.

Yes, I'm married, but I'm not a corpse.

We got boobies!" the kid me said, gawking at my chest. "I'm really glad we got boobies. Finally.

Then, with an enormous rush of meadow-filled wind, the green candle went out, and my best friend died.