I will teach you to love death. I will empty you of grief and guilt and self-pity and fill you up with hate and cunning and the spirit of vengeance. I will make my final stand here, Benjamin Thomas Parish.

I stare at her. I've always known that it's impossible to argue with Belinda, not because she's particularly good at it, but because she's so bad at it- that there is no common ground to work from. She simply sees the world she wants to see it and no amount of logic can change her mind.

But monsters, I now know, come in all shapes and sizes, and only their appetite for human flesh defines them.

There's a hero in every heart waiting for the dragon to come out.

In every creepy movie ever made, the barn is the prime nesting ground for the things you don't know you're looking for and always regret finding.

I was woefully ignorant in the social graces. I was being raised, after all, by Pellinore Warthrop.

Do you know how to tell who the enemy is, Cassie?