“Did you see what we did?” Vine asked for the thousandth time. “That’s what I’m talking about! Those hell hounds were nothing. When do I get to face a wraith?”

“Raven scowled through his too-long bangs. “The Angel Song doesn’t hurt humans. It only affects the evil within.” “Then you should be writhing on the ground with the hounds,” Mace mumbled.”

“Excuse me, but you didn't answer me. What part of it is good for you?" she pressed."I found you," he said.”

“From my writer's workshop, "Know when it's time to put everything you've got on the page. Then, rip open a vein and do it!”

“They laugh when they're embarrassed, they cry when they're happy, and they try to choke you to death when you do something nice for them.”

“It could be spelled a-b-c-d and it wouldn't help me. I have no idea what that is.”

“Normally, he liked boundaries. Boundaries were the safety net. Boundaries kept people on the right path. But right now, he felt like rules were made to be broken and consequences were miles and miles away.”