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

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

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

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

“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?”

“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.”

“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.”