Mary Lindsey

“The pain had no ebb or flow. It was a constant ever-increasing knell in my chest, timed to the beating of my broken heart.”

“I had to be careful. Nothing from the Otherworld was benign, especially something in packaging this attractive.”

“Sometimes natural and self-inflicted atonement is more severe than that of mankind’s devising.”

“... it's not possible to truly become desensitized or accustomed to discrimination. It's something one endures.”

“Something instinctual in me sensed evil in the house. Perhaps it spoke to my own darkness.”

“It's difficult to reconcile the fantastic with reality; hard to accept that things we can’t see exist—terrifying, in fact.”

“Maddi glared at him. "Thats why your not built like Alden. French fries." Race laughed. "Id love to look like Alden. Hot female speakers would be falling all over themselves to be paired up with me, just like they did whith Alden when Rose...Lenzi was gone. You should've seen it, Lenzi. It was halarious." My insides gave a jealous churn.”

“It was cold outside." Alden said as he pulled the chair out for me. "I thought Race was going to cry like a baby." Race laughed."You're the one who was whining about the wind," he teased. "Being male, Im suprised either one of you had the good sence to come in out of the cold," Maddi said, pouring a tiny paper cup of ketchup on her hamburger.”

“This is a little too cozy, don't you think?" I remarked."Your absolutely right." He patted the drivers seat, "Come on, Spook. Three's a crowd." The dog jumped up onto the seat.”

“There's hope until the last second.”

“Hey, Lenzi ... my offer from a century ago still stands. If Alden doesn't treat you right, I'm here for you in any capacity, if you know what I mean.”

“Bogeymen or not, I was in love with Alden Thomas, regardless of what name I went by or what demon wanted me dead.”

“You need to talk to Alden about your feelings for him, Race said. "You don't know anything about it. Mind your own business, Race." You love him. I know. I'm in here. I feel your soul, Rose.”

“Wait, Alden. I really don't want to meet your friends dressed like this." "They're your friends too. And you look fantastic. I love the school uniform. You have great legs." "Shut up!" I gasped. "I thought you were and old man!" "Old soul. Young man. Big difference. It's okay, though; we're just friends, remember?”

“I can just imagine the recruiting poster. 'Ghost whisperers wanted: no experience necessary. Death wish and masochistic tendencies a must.”

“Alden walked me to the door and we stood outside uncomfortably---like it was the end of a first date. Was letting a host share your body and then chowing down on Chinese takeout a date? He was waiting for me to say good-bye, looking as nervous as I felt. Should I shake his hand or kiss him good night on the cheek? Maybe I should act like Spook and just lick his face.”

“Alden seems like a very nice boy. The kind of boy I'd like to see you hanging out with." I almost laughed out loud. If she only knew! A reincarnated, soul-sharing lunatic. Ghost Boy---every mother's dream.”

“His hair was still wet, and he was in a black long-sleeved T-shirt and tattered blue jeans. His feet were bare. Casual. Comfortable. Gorgeous.”

“Flattery is nothing but attention without intention.”

“He rolled me under him to kiss me. It wasn't a gentle kiss like at the beach, or passionate kiss like the one that happened in his room. It was desperate. Desperate and hungry and sad.A good-bye kiss.”

“. . . I love the school uniform. You have great legs.""Shut up!" I gasped. "I thought you were an old man!""Old soul. Young man. Big difference. . . ”

“My throat tightened when I noticed a small tattoo of an origami rose on his upper arm. . . "Hey, Lenzi," he whispered, barely louder than the surf."Rose," I said as our lips met. "My name is Rose.”

“You can stick to your immovable zero-tolerance rules, but I'm going to stick to the motto "There's hope until the last second'!”

“Maybe you should mind your own business.''You are my business. My job. You are what I do.' I whipped around to face him. 'Well if I'm your job, your fired. You creep me out.”