“If she were going to die, I'd already be screaming. I'm a Banshee. That's what we do.”

“I love you, Olivia," he whispered, and my heart ached as if it would break in half. "You think we'll die if we stay together, but I've been dying slowly for the last six years. I'm taking my life back, Liv. Our life together. And this time, I'm not going to let you go.”

“His name's Nash."Aunt Val took a butter knife from the silverware drawer. "What year is he?"I groaned inwardly. "Senior." ...here we go ...Her smile was a little too enthusiastic. "Well that's wonderful!"Of course, what she really meant was "Rise from the shadows, social leper, and walk in the bright light of acceptance!”

“I realized that I'd rather die with you than live with someone else.”

“There's pressure, but that's true no matter who you are or what you do.”

“There were a million What Ifs that could have stopped the whole thing. A million things I wished I'd done differently. But in the end, I was left with what actually happened. With my mistakes and his.”

“But I'd take a slashed throat over a broken neck any day. At least that way I'd get to bleed all over his shoes. One final fuck-you before I died.”