I realized that I'd rather die with you than live with someone else.

And I don't think I want to meet this super-reaper." Nash stuffed his hands in his front pockets. "The garden variety's weird enough.

This would be so much easier if they actually issued black hoods.

I’m confiscating your hair dryer—you’ve fried your brain.

But I had no plans to end my own life, and accidents couldn't be predicted. Neither could murder, unless my aunt and uncle were planning to take me out themselves.

He sank into that kiss, and fed from me like a starving man holding off famine. I drank from his soul in preparation for the drought to come. And when he finally pulled away, my throat was thick with unspoken words, my heart heavy with every apology I'd ever denied him. But it was too late for promises. The time had come for goodbye.

Is that a joke? Please tell me you're joking. -Sophie I never joke about carnivorous bunnies. -Luca