I was generally pro-bat, except when I was trekking through the dark trying not to think about the dire fate of every horror movie character stupid enough to go into the dark with a flashlight and check the fuses.

Focus, Amy. Just because he looked great in the saddle did not mean he wasn't an axe murderer.

Screw you, John." "Sorry, Sylvie. Can't—they frown on that kind of thing between step-siblings.

He rose to his feet in one fluid move, the better to look down at me. “You don’t know me, princess. Some people have reasons for doing things, and don’t just go wherever they’re told or drift whichever way they’re pushed.

I glanced at Carson, who had promised things would be alright. His gaze was on the floor, and a muscle in his jaw flexed rhythmically but unhelpfully. If he was trying to send me a message, I was out of luck, because I'd never learned Morse Code for Assholes.

Don’t ever trust anyone who’s writing a book. They make up lies for a living.

I was the designated grown up in a family that operated in different reality than the rest of the world.