The brave may not live forever, but the cautious never live at all.
I’ll wait for you forever.
I am Ragnuk, and I am going to eat you now.
The next morning, my head and every muscle in my body hurt as if I’d run a marathon through six feet of snow in stilettos.
It’s easier to love you than to pretend I don’t.
That’s the point of believing in something. There’s so much doubt and tribulation during your journey that you’ve got to hang on to something, or else you’ll fall.
Life is going to test you in ways it never has before. Don’t let your future change the good person that you are or make forget who you are.
You know, for someone who believes in me so much, you really have no faith in me at all.
His eyes were the brightest, most unnatural blue I had ever seen, a toxic cerulean.
My kind of fun just doesn’t include making fun of vertically challanged people.
Kate’s Daddy had bought her a red BMW for her birthday. I found it to be an absolute miracle of God that Kate hadn’t pancaked it yet. She drove like a blind person going into diabetic shock.
There are four things you need to know about war. One, every action requires careful tactics. Two, never lose hope and fight only for what is right. Three, be brave but you don’t have to be fearless. And four, be willing to sacrifice.
Another growl came, and then very heavy footsteps – like T-rex-shaking-the-water-cup-jurassic-park-style heavy foot steps.
A demonic reaper asked to be my valentine and then killed his crazy ex-girlfriend to save my life. Tomorrow I was starting up antipsychotic meds.
I know you don’t have access to that memory yet, but I don’t think it’s something I can just tell you. It means too much to me, I guess.
I’m a soldier in war, and the only difference between our war and the ones between humans is that this fight has been going on since time began and it’s not likely to be over any time soon.” – Will.
I don’t want to survive, Will, I want to live!
As much as I hungered to learn more about my past, I was afraid of learning other things too – mostly about death and despair, and dark corners of the globe. I prayed that those memories wouldn’t come back to me, because I felt in my bones that some things were too frightening to remember.
I’d fought alongside them in that battle, but up close, when they stood quietly watching us, they looked as beautiful as they looked unreal. The angels weren’t supposed to feel emotion, but they were weeping. All of them. Their tears stained their flawless faces like rain running in rivulets across stone.
You’ve done so well, Marcus,” I told him. “If you find Azrael, please thank him for me. And give Kate my love.
How was your day, Ellie Bean?” my mom asked, like she did every single time. “I didn’t die,” I answered, as usual. “Well, that’s good news” was always her reply.