Rachel Vincent Quotes

This seems headed into girl-fight territory," Tod said. "Should I make popcorn?

Careful, pot," Tod said. "Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle.

Sometimes I suspected Ryan was merely visiting the real world, on vacation from his permanent residence in la-la land.

It was an addiction. A pointless, self-destructive addiction. But really, is there any other kind?

Had I just begged for an audience with Death?

I was fine with that. The very idea of Death knowing my name made my skin crawl. Even if this particular Death was only one of many, and almost too pretty to look at.

Is that a joke? Please tell me you're joking. -Sophie I never joke about carnivorous bunnies. -Luca

Sneak out." He shrugged, as if that should have been a no-brainer. But that was easy for him to say. He was dead. What else could they do to him, take away his birthday?

Bold. Risky. Dramatic. I approve.

Hey." Tod squeezed my hand to draw me out of my thoughts. "I think death looks good on you.

I can't believe they even bothered filling that faculty position again. They might as well rename the class Defense Against the Dark Arts. I mean, seriously, who would answer an ad for this job?

The dead have a way of becoming saints in the eyes of their survivors.

Unfortunately, what my head wanted and what my heart wanted were two completely different things.

Was I wearing my 'I'm done with my virginity, please get rid of it for me' T-shirt?

Because in most cases, I believe that people deserve a second chance. And because I couldn't have lived with myself if I'd stood by and let them both die souless, when I could have helped.

It's kind of like when a clock battery runs down. The hour and minute hands don't disappear, but they don't keep ticking either. They freeze on the last minute they measured.

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

He took both of my hands, twisting to face me more fully on the flattened box beneath us, and again the colors in his irises seemed to pulse with my heartbeat.

I was no suffragette, but I was pretty sure the he-can’t-control-himself defense was a big, stinky load of horseshit.

So, what now? We’re friends?" Yeah. If friends could be in love, but not together. In sync, but out of touch. Willing to die for each other, but unable to trust.

Can we save the live demo for later, please? Bean Sidhe in angst, here.

Oh fine. I'll play nice with the pretty people.

Regret couldn't fix what he's broken. Apologies couldn't bring back what he's lost. What we'd lost.

But I had no plans to end my own life, and accidents couldn't be predicted. Neither could murder, unless my aunt and uncle were planning to take me out themselves.

Kaylee, you're adding two and two and coming up with seven.

When you push someone too far, they will push back and they push hard.

I grabbed another. Aerosmith. Nope, can’t throw classic Aerosmith. I snatched a copy of the Thompson Twins’ greatest hits and chucked it at him.

Then strong, warm arms wrapped around me from behind. "I've got you," Tod whispered in my ear.

Exactly what part of that is supposed to make me feel better?" Though, honestly, hearing that she was jealous of me did make me feel a teeny, tiny bit better.

I’m glad you think so. I’ve always considered my sense of humor to be largely underappreciated, so it’s nice to finally meet a fan.

So, 'reaper' is really just a nice word for 'covert pervert?' Is that what you're saying?

In the end, it only comes down to one thing: choosing the one you can’t live without.

Jace. This can't happen." I closed my eyes, thinking it would be easier to say without him looking back at me. But it wasn't. "This isn't about us. I can't leave Marc.

So could we please not mob the three-thousand-plus-year-old reaper like tweens at a boy-band concert?

And I don't think I want to meet this super-reaper." Nash stuffed his hands in his front pockets. "The garden variety's weird enough.

I should have mixed something stronger than Coke floats.

I could take care of that obstacle for her - I'd tear down anything standing between us - but I couldn't destroy what I couldn't even see.

Well that's too bad, because this is an assassination." "No, this is an execution." "The difference would be...?" "Assassination is murder. Execution is justice.

I laughed and it almost felt good. "Is that a dig at my liquor cabinet?" Cam smiled. "That wasn't liquor, it was swill. And that wasn't a cabinet, it was a drawer.

His safety was more important than anything to me. Even if he would never know enough to understand that.

How long can you keep me invisible?" "As long as were in physical contact." My throat felt dry. "Holding hands?" That's how we'd done it last time. "Unless you had something else in mind?

You think I need to be rescued?" "I think it doesn't hurt to let someone else do the rescuing every now and then, when your own armor starts to get banged up.

You just say the word, and I'll make the rest of the world go away. I'll take you someplace safe, where no one else can reach us.

Just FYI, in your case, I think it’s okay to fear the reaper.

If I weren't already dead, I'd be alive with joy.

From adult diapers to bedpans? Move over, Elvis, I’m the afterlife of the party!

Because the alternative sucks!

This would be so much easier if they actually issued black hoods.

Wow," Liv said, when I dropped the mallet back into the drawer. "That looked like fun. I call dibs on the next over-the-top destruction of evidence.

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