The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.
Rachel VincentYou two are cracked," Tod snapped. My smile widened. "Says the undead man in love with the soulless pop star.
Rachel VincentI'm dead, not impotent. Nasty rumors like that must be squashed before they gain momentum. Feel free to emphasize how very functional I am.
Rachel VincentI could have kissed you months ago, but it wouldnโt have meant anything. I wished for you to see me. And want me. Soโฆdid you mean it?โ โYes,โ I said, and some unnamed tension inside me eased. โI see you, Tod.
Rachel VincentYour mortal attachments are like a puppetโs strings," Avari said, both hands clasped casually at his back. "One need only pluck the right cord to make the puppet dance." His smile was almost creepier than his threats. "Dance, reaper!
Rachel VincentHang on, Pa, don't reach for yer shotgun just yet," I said, grinning over the protective streak I found funny, when there wasn't actually anything to shelterme from. "We were just circlin' the wagons, not having an orgy." My dad suddenly looked like he might be sick. "Please don't ever say that word again." "Wagons?
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