A cat’s body can sustain a lot of damage without actually dying,” Lucas said, his voice as deep as the rumble of the earth itself. “You just think about that before you so much as scratch yourself without permission.” Ryan gulped and nodded, still mute.

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

Dad, I can count the number of normal school days I've had this year on one hand.

Sneak out." He shrugged, as if that should have been a no-brainer. But that was easy for him to say. He was dead. What else could they do to him, take away his birthday?

Can’t clean up after you anymore, baby brother, so don’t punk out. Make it count.

Near-death experiences release a lot of endorphins, resulting in a natural high," Tod whispered. "And it's totally true that one passion feeds another." "You know we're way past 'near-death', right?" "My endorphins aren't listening to you.

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