Scott Tracey

“Maybe that's the trick. You should never come back. Never go backwards. Never give the past that much hold over you.”

“The easiest part of the writing process is whichever part I’m not currently doing.”

“Free will, so frustrating. How I despise choice.”

“[He] was alone, which surprised me. But not as much as the wicked looking knife he pulled off the passenger's seat and brought out with him. It was the kind of blade that a steak knife dreamed of becoming someday. It was bigger than a cleaver, not quite broadsword size.Drew whistled. "How many box tops did he have to turn in for that?”

“He's putting a lot of cards down on the table," Trey said thoughtfully, taking a step forward. "And Matthias is never one to share something for free if he could charge for it.""And you're not normally one to think for himself," Matthias said pleasantly. "I suppose we're all growing as people.”

“We should talk," he said from behind me.I closed my eyes. "You always want to talk," I muttered. "But you never actually say anything with meaning.”

“Now's not really the time for jokes," I growled.He looked offended."There's always time for sarcasm.”

“Y'know," I said, "I liked you better when I hated you.”

“Library. It's where we lock up all those books before they start giving kids ideas," I said solemnly. "Very dangerous place to be.”