After that, she wasn’t sure what the game was or if she’d imagined it. All she knew was that she had lost.
We all wind up drawn to what we’re afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.
If the enemy of my enemy is my friend, then surely you should be friend to my friend.
She knew she shouldn’t feel that way about a monster, but right then, she wanted nothing more than a monster of her very own.
Tana. In all my long life, though there were many times I prayed for it, no one has ever saved me. No one but you.
Allow me to explain how my whole life has prepared me for this moment. I am used to girls screaming, and your screams – will be sweeter than another’s cries of love.
I haven’t had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone’s dead and my root beer’s gone.
Every hero is the villain of his own story.
You are the best kind of killer, Cassel Sharpe, the kind that never has blood on his hands. The kind that never has to sicken at the sight of what he’s done, or come to like it too much.
Greg stands up, wiping his mouth. “I saw your mother’s trial in the paper, Sharpe. I know you’re just like her.” “If I was, I would make you beg to blow me,” I sneer.
To remind me, pain is the best teacher.
I’m Lila, and yes, he’s crazy. But you must have noticed that before now. He was crazy back when I knew him, and he’s obviously gotten crazier over time.
He looks like the good boy he’s never been.
I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don’t know how to be this kind of villain.
Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.
Don’t be drinking the Haterade.
Marks forget that whenever something’s too good to be true, that’s because it’s a con.
Life is like licking Honey from a Thorn.
It’s sweet. All this trouble for a kitty.
My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.