I should have mixed something stronger than Coke floats.

Survival strategy. If you’re not careful, this place will eat you alive, and Kaylee’s like bait for the beasts.

I still loved Marc desperately and couldn’t imagine life without him. Jace was…something else. Something I could feel but couldn’t articulate. Something I wanted, and hadn’t been able to resist in my grief-weakened state. He was something that would have to wait.

You know, most girls sleep with a teddy bear or an extra pillow. But I gotta say, that's kinda hot.

Wow. What would you do if I said I was angry?' 'I would make fire rain from the heavens to smite your enemies with the flames of our shared rage.

Emma and I had both died twice, and for me, that second one actually stuck. Now I was a "resurrected American," better known, in colloquial terms, as life-challenged. Or undead. Or the living dead. But I'm not a zombie. I'm just a little less alive than your average high school junior.

Relief washed over me like that first air-conditioned breeze on a hot summer day.