I’d learned that my mother was a badass in disguise. She was Van Helsing in an apron and heels, and – at least for the time being – I couldn’t think of a single thing cooler than that.
I wanted a do over. A time machine. That magic wand. But real life didn’t have any easy outs, and very few happily-ever-afters. The real world was more like a Choose Your Own Adventure book, with most of the choices ripped out before you even opened the cover.
Maybe I won’t look so bad when you’re not standing next to me.
Harmony glanced to her left, and my gaze followed hers to the living room, where my aunt had died, my cousin had been restored, and I’d whacked a psychotic grim reaper with a cast-iron skillet. Weirdest. Tuesday. Ever.
There were a million What Ifs that could have stopped the whole thing. A million things I wished I’d done differently. But in the end, I was left with what actually happened. With my mistakes and his.
Congratulations. Your official super-nerd badge is in the mail.
He went down like a cheerleader after prom.
Come near me and I’ll rip your wings off and beat you with them.
I don’t hate it. It does no good to hate something you can’t change.
Survival strategy. If you’re not careful, this place will eat you alive, and Kaylee’s like bait for the beasts.
I’m confiscating your hair dryer – you’ve fried your brain.
Relief washed over me like that first air-conditioned breeze on a hot summer day.
Great. I’m psychotic and sparkly.
She watched me with a creepy sort of detached curiosity, as if I were a bug crawling across the sidewalk in front of her. I wondered briefly if she was the ant stomper type.
I couldn’t see who swam in the darkness, who wore shadows like a second skin.
Ask for the impossible, then settle instead for what you really wanted in the first place.
He’s like the Rasputin of reapers.
You thought you could figure that out online? Somehow I don’t think hellions are much into social networking.
It was an addiction. A pointless, self-destructive addiction. But really, is there any other kind?
Had I just begged for an audience with Death?