What’s that old joke? “A friend helps you move; a real friend helps you move a body.
Mommy forgot to warn the new babysitter about the basement.
And they certainly wouldn’t take you along to a murder. That would be irresponsible parenting.
As a vampire, you must accept that every person you ever know will die, and you are the only constant in your life, the only person you can – and should – rely on.
People today work as hard, if not harder, than they did thirty years ago. The only difference is the quality of the work they perform. They no longer accomplish anything of value. They only service the machines.
My fourteen-year-old sister Lara is a brat. Unfortunately, no one sees it but me. To everyone else, she’s adorable. She’s tiny and blonde and sweet and as helpless as a kitten. Chloe reminded me of Lara, at first. The difference, as I discovered, is that Chloe really is as sweet as she seems and she isn’t as helpless as she looks.
Ghost hunters can be the most ingenious breed when it comes to inventing ghastly tales, but ask them to think up a name for the ghost of a woman dressed in white, and they give you “the White Lady.
Mmm, not sure I’d call Paige. Remember what you tried to do when you were possessed?” “That was not me. And don’t remind me. I’m still creeped out.
I suppose infatuation is infatuation at any age, and maybe even worse when you’re old enough to recognize the symptoms, be mortified by your reaction, and still not be able to do anything about it.
One life per year. It seemed so moderate a price... until you looked back and realized you could fill a movie theater with your victims.
I think you intentionally overreacted. Like killing a fly with a baseball bat, just to make sure it never bothers you again.
I could point out that we have a compass, but Anders isn’t just directionally challenged – put a compass in his hand, and it starts spinning, as if his very physiology foils him.
Suburbia: a place where they cut down trees and name streets in their memory.
There’s one you don’t see in the movies. Nothing says ‘I love you’ like ‘I tracked down this guy for you to kill.
Could Ashyn do the same in the same situation? Likely not. Heroes made the bold moves. Heroes risked their lives. Others kept the troops at ease, tended the wounded, fed the hungry, and soldiered on, and the world could not survive without them any more than it could without heroes.
Jeremy shifted to the left, blocking my view of Clay, as if we were Siamese fighting fish that wouldn’t attack if we couldn’t see each other. “Come.
His red-haired companion wore a similar outfit but without the tattoo and piercings, lacking the courage – or the idiocy – to turn a fashion statement into permanent disfigurement. They.
Moria would storm out against their wishes. Yet Ashyn was coming to accept that she could not be her sister, and it was not a failure of nerve. It was a difference of inner composition. They might look identical without; they were not identical within.
Angst. Fear. Stark, gut-twisting terror. It didn’t make for an easy sleep.
Only humans kill for sport.
Other parents warn their kids not to talk to strangers. I had to warn mine not to eat them.