“Wait." Amber jumped up wide-eyed. "Is she a—" "A ghost " I smirked. "Amber you're a necromancer in a show about raising the dead. What did you expect Eerie sounds produced by a computer and a few Hollywood actors in bad makeup Please don't tell me you've never seen a real ghost.”

“Amber laughed. "What makes you think I'd marry you?" "What makes you think you'd have a choice?" "I'm not into bad guys," she said.”

“I stood a better chance rescuing Amber with the help of my iPod.”

“Can't you see, Amber? Losing you would be like a stake to my heart.”

“Congrats, bro. You've just sold your soul to the devil. Wait. You don't have a soul.”

“You freaking bit me," I said, my voice hoarse. "You're lucky I don't call animal control.”

“Following Jesse's wonderful advice I will have to change my quote to:If have a sense of humour, you'll love my books; if you don't have a sense of humour, please read my books nonetheless--no matter what you have please just read my books.”