She was poison in a pretty bottle.
She looked creepy/adorable.
Saint Claire, the patron saint of the kick-me sign.
SHANE:WANT SOME SHANE ASKED.COME AND GET IT BAT BOYMICHAEL:YOUR NOT MY BLOOD TYPE BRO
Right. That’s the end of the line for you tonight. You’re going home, I’m seeing you safe inside, and I’m going home to hide in a closet until this blows over. I suggest you do the same.
No matter what any of you have done, you haven't all done it. Because it's not right to judge a class of people by the actions of one, or a few. That's not justice. It's prejudice, and I don't like it...
Nice Shane said. I'm warming up to this bloodsucking thing Mikey. No you're not. Okay no I'm not but right now let's pretend I am.
News flash, lady. There are no queens anymore, Shane said. He loaded shells in a shotgun and snapped it shut, then searched for a place to strap it on that didn’t interfere with the flamethrower. No q...
Michael! Oliver’s voice came faint through the front door. Something you should see, my boy! Look out your windows!Trap, Shane said instantly, and reached out to grab Michael’s arm as he walked by. Do...
Kid, Richard said wearily, I am not in the mood. I haven’t slept in thirty-six hours, my sister’s crazy–Hey! Monica protested.–and you’re not my high school crush–He is not my high school crush, Richa...
I’m taking off my shoes.’’ ‘‘Fine. Shoes off.’’ ‘‘And my pants.’’ ‘‘Don’t push it, Claire.
I’m saying a prayer. Maybe you ought to, too. It’s going to take us a miracle to get through this.Whether he was serious or not, Claire sent the prayer up toward heaven, and she thought the others did...
I’m avampire. I havesecret powers , he said with a full-on fake Transylvanian accent, which he dropped to say, Actually, your mom let me in.
It's not just a miracle; it's a miracle with chocolate. Best kind.
I'm insane, not forgetful.
I think I'd fall for you no matter what, Claire. You're kind of awesome.
I stand corrected. Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell,
I Promise, Shane said.You'd better, jerkface, Eve said. How's the head?Taped. It's fine, chicks dig scars. Wait, did you just call me jerkface? Are we back in grade school?I love you, Eve said.He clos...
Hey, if you don't want to tell me, don't. But I can tell when you lie.Ok, that was creepy. You can?He smiled grimly down at the dirty dishwater. Nope. But see? You fell for it anyway. Careful, or I'l...
Hell, Shane spit in disgust. I can’t hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her. He tossed her the bat. Claire grabbed it and came to a clumsy batting stance, wishing she’d paid more attention in phys ed....