He flipped the dail, and I crossed my arms over my chest as some vaguely European-sounding band sang about how video had killed the radio star. I wished someone would kill this radio.

Sydney! Stop. Think of something else. Conjugate Latin verbs. Recite the periodic table.

We can't do this without you," I managed at last. "Everyone talks about my powers, but you're the badass here.

That’s the last time you’re going to kiss me,” I warned when it ended. He smiled knowingly, and in his eyes, I could see his own memories of that night. “So you say.

That's what humanity is: a series of successes and failures, a testing of one's own nature and aptitude. Neither the body nor the soul can sustain such a state. Eventually it consumes a person

I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something - like, say, organization.

Bound by Love, But sworn to Kill.