A knife is only as good as the one who wields it.

In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

Limitations can be hugely creative and hugely inspiring - so long as they are the ones you choose for yourself.

Just cuz yer going there and I'm staying here," I say. "It don't mean we're parting." "No," she says and I know she understands. "No, it certainly doesn't." "I ain't parting from you again," I say, still looking at our fingers. "Not even in my head.

...and I have this stupid little thought that Aaron didn't survive the croc attack after all, that he died but he's so pissed off at me that dying didn't stop him from coming here to kill me anyway.

Sometimes witches merit saving. Quite often, actually. You'd be surprised.

I'll do it, Todd," I whisper. "I'll come with you." And he doesn't say anything, just squeezes my hand harder and brings it up to his face like he wants to breathe me in.