...sometimes compassion is the greater part of honor.

I don't hate it. It does no good to hate something you can't change.

So,would you say I’m closer to a zombie or a vampire? I gotta know—are my parts going to rot and fall off, or am I forever frozen in youthful perfection?

I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.

Jace. This can't happen." I closed my eyes, thinking it would be easier to say without him looking back at me. But it wasn't. "This isn't about us. I can't leave Marc.

He went down like a cheerleader after prom.

You two are cracked," Tod snapped. My smile widened. "Says the undead man in love with the soulless pop star.