Oh my god! Madison, what is with you and non-human guys?

I didn't spend an afternoon doing my hair and makeup to go on demon-duty.

I knew the woodsy fragrance that accompanied Reed was his natural scent. It was one of the many things that made him hard to resist.

Why the hell didn't faerie food come with a warning written in bold letters: MADE IN LA LA LAND. EATING WILL OPEN YOU UP TO FAERIE ATTACKS.

You sure you're not just trying to get into my pants?" I joked, but I was already trying to figure out what one wears to a detox session in her boyfriend's dungeon-like bedroom.

Lip-locking with a supernatural hottie to save your little brother doesn't count as kissing.

That smoke you smell is me frying your brains every time we kiss longer than twenty-three seconds.

Turns out faerie-proofing a person required a length of chain that one could find in any hardware store...

Good horror offers a sense of an upended, lawless world and that’s appealing to anyone who grew up feeling like an outsider.

Are we willing to shun vain repetition and keep our prayers out of an unchallenging rut by asking God to make us more sensitive to our own sin?

How strange it is, that a fool or knave, with riches, should be treated with more respect by the world, than a good man, or a wise man in poverty!

I think I have a repressed bent for the military, I like discipline without question, specific schedules and duties.

I'm not over-fond of animals. I am merely astounded by them.

I think that a man should not live beyond the age when he begins to deteriorate, when the flame that lighted the brightest moment of his life has weakened.

Native people such as the Cherokees are just as human and complex and real as Americans are, and our nation needs to respect American Indian cultures and traditions.

DJs and people in the street know what they like.

I press my ear against his chest, to the spot where I always rest my head, where I know I will hear the strong and steady beat of his heart. Instead, I find silence.

When you grow up believing you are what you do, when you're done, you aren't.