I want your opinion.ʺ ʺThat,ʺ Adrian said, ʺis not something I hear a lot.ʺ

Yeah according to my- Hey, are you staring at my chest? -Rose to Adrian

Poor Martin. Geek or no, committing his soul to eternal damnation was a helluva price to pay for six minutes.

Seth told us good night and left. I watched him go wistfully. “Anyone else here feel like swooning?

Escape plan number seventeen," I told her. "Run away and open a juice stand in Fresno." "Why Fresno?" "Sounds like the kind of place people drink a lot of juice.

How do you know if a demon is lying? His lips are moving.

They’re waiting for you. Go on in.” Adrian leaned close to Keith’s ear and spoke in an ominous voice. “If.You.Dare.” He poked Keith’s shoulder and gave a "Muhahaha” kind of monster laugh.