Being liked for the way you looked is worse than not being liked at all.
~ Amanda Hocking
Forever is a really long time, you know? What do you do with forever?The same thing you do when you don't have forever. He smiled wanly. Live.
If Peter Pan had been real, he would've gone mad and killed everyone in Neverland.
I tended to hate people that hit me in the head without warning.
A vampire is branding girls, okay? I ignored his refusal. Something about that just feels wrong to me.I would hope so.
Are you just gonna stare at Jack or are we gonna go? Milo asked, poking his head into the bedroom.
I don't care where I come from or who you are. I can make you happy, and you make me happy. We could have a happily ever after.
When I said it aloud, it sounded terribly creepy, which is why I had said it aloud.
Why do you have to be so damn cryptic?
That's when I realized the chill wasn't coming from outside—it was coming from within me.
The sun had begun its descent toward the horizon, and the sounds of the carnival played like a familiar song behind me.
Darkness engulfed me...There was no ground below me, no sky above. Only the black, and the cold.
He looked at me then, his deep golden eyes meeting mine, and I saw a heat in them that I felt reflecting in my own.
Do you know much about the Vittra?Some. He held out an orange slice to me. Want some?No, thanks. I shook my head. How much is 'some'?I meant like a slice or two, but you can have the rest if you really want.
I am on my way, and tell him he better watch his ass!” Jack shouted, and I held the phone away from ear so it wouldn’t damage my eardrums. “Real mature, Jack,” Peter scoffed
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things.
While it did smash, breaking a bottle over someone’s head requires a lot more force than movies had led me to believe.
He hadn’t been peeping intentionally; he’d been trying to sneak into my room. So that was slightly less creepy, I supposed.
The desperation was coming off you in waves. You were all but begging to dance with me. I am doing you a favor.
Unfortunately, zombies aren’t very flammable, and it went out instantly.
Cause I lit him on fire,” I shrugged and brushed dust from my pants.
It smelled pretty rank, but I was getting used to the smell of death, as much as anyone could get used to it.
That’s kind of creepy
the way it always did.
It's really over. He put his arms around her, pulling her to him. Now just as long as you don't get tangled up with a pack of vampires or deranged witches while you're at college, everything will be wonderful.
Why are you singing?” Daniel asked. “You’re just lying in the dirt and singing. That’s weird. I thought you were supposed to be some kind of scary monster.
This is the way the world ends; not with a bang or a whimper, but with zombies breaking down the back door.
This was good, except that now I had two crazed, burning zombies standing between me and the exit, plus another one that wasn’t on fire. I had not thought this plan through at all.
I think I draw most inspiration from writers like Richelle Mead and filmmakers like John Hughes. They both really understand the experience of being a teenager and how insistent and intense everything feels, but they're also smart, savvy, and fun.
