“Only the sweetest of the sweet would bring brownies to the apocalypse.”

“I lowered onto the sweetest mouth I'd ever tasted and I never wanted to taste another for, God, thank you, she was the only thing that kept me from falling over the edge to the end of me.”

“I did that girly little sighing thing you do when you can't handle all the sweetness anymore and bit my lip.”

“Maggie." He chuckled. "I can't really be mad at you in case you haven't noticed.""I know, I know. The imprint," I said begrudgingly."No, not the imprint. It's you. You're so sweet and you care about everybody. You hate when people are upset with you. You love cream soda. It's kind of hard to be mad at someone who's like that.”

“But she’s the Pastor’s wife… Do you not understand the irony of this whole situation?” he said clearly enjoying himself. “One evil being at your door, kissing the hand of your adopted mother who’s married to the Pastor with whom you live. You, the sweet, innocent, unscathed mate of my twin brother who renounces what he is, but is also…an evil being. I mean, you can’t write this stuff.”

“Defiance of the way things are is the only way to embrace what's coming.”

“You know any single girls in their twenties that would go for Bish?" I asked Caleb."Sure, I know plenty. But would Bish go for it? He doesn’t seem tobe attracted to anything that walks, talks, eats or breathes except my sister.”