“My brain is telling me to stop staring at him, but for some reason I can't. It's almost... instinct... to keep on looking at him.”

“It's like my mind knows to stay as far away from him as possible... but my bones, my skin quiver in his presence.”

“It's like she was metal and I was a magnet, Roc. But at the same time it felt like someone had shoved an electric wire into my skin and was frying me from the inside. It hurt like hell. No, worse than hell, Roc. And yet, somehow across the distance, through the fence, over the mob of people, I felt a pull to her, even though I knew it would hurt me to be closer to her. I probably would have just let it go, chalked it up to male hormones, but then when she acted so strong, pushed that guy... I don't know, since then I can't get her out of my mind.”

“Traaaiiinnn,” Roc repeats slowly, sounding out the word for me like I’m stupid. “T-R-A-I-N. Spell it with me, Tristan.”

“I don't particularly like confrontation. Unfortunately, confrontation seems to like me quite a lot.”

“Do demons even have to brush their teeth?”Chris chuckled. “I brush my teeth and even floss sometimes. I also eat, shower and sleep, too.”

“There are some things more important than your own life. Like friendship, and love, and trust, and goodness.”