I was fine with that. The very idea of Death knowing my name made my skin crawl. Even if this particular Death was only one of many, and almost too pretty to look at.

So, 'reaper' is really just a nice word for 'covert pervert?' Is that what you're saying?

Wow," Liv said, when I dropped the mallet back into the drawer. "That looked like fun. I call dibs on the next over-the-top destruction of evidence.

I think we should all earn our place in the world. [...] We owe the world something. We owe the world everything.

Careful, pot," Tod said. "Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle.

What matters is the face you show the world, not the quaking mess behind it.

I wanted a do over. A time machine. That magic wand. But real life didn't have any easy outs, and very few happily-ever-afters. The real world was more like a Choose Your Own Adventure book, with most of the choices ripped out before you even opened the cover.