There's a good kind of crazy, Kaylee," he insisted softly, reaching out to wrap his warm hand around mine. "It's the kind that makes you think about things that make your head hurt, because not thinking about them is the coward's way out. The kind that makes you touch people who bruise your soul, just because they need to be touched. This is the kind of crazy that lets you stare out into the darkness and rage at eternity, while it stares back at you, ready to swallow you whole." Tod leaned closer, staring into my eyes, so intently I was sure he could see everything I was thinking, but too afraid to say. "I've seen you fight, Kaylee. I've seen you step into that darkness for someone else, then claw your way out, bruised, but still standing. You're that kind of crazy, and I live in that darkness. Together, we'd take crazy to a whole new level.

— Rachel Vincent

The three of you are enough to drive a Mara mad.' She can wear my shirt," she growled in an imitation of Nash." No, she can wear my shirt,"she said switching to Tod's smoother tone. Then Sabine took off down the hall without a glance at any of us." I have a spare. Come on, Kaylee, before I choke on testosterone and melodrama.

— Rachel Vincent

The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.

— Rachel Vincent

Tod's pale brows arched halfway up his forehead, and he looked suddenly, achingly wistful. "She knows not what she says..." Maybe not. But I was starting to get a pretty good idea...

— Rachel Vincent

Vanity, right?" Nash reappeared in the living room with an open bag of potato chips. "I nominate my venerable brother. He likes to play hero, and one look at him should establish the vanity angle."" Nash!" I really shouldn't have been surprised by the dig. But I was." What?" He raised one brow at me in challenge. "It's okay to call me jealous, but not to call him vain?"" Awareness of one's obvious advantages doesn't imply vanity," Tod insisted calmly. Nash turned on him. "Does it imply narcissism?" Tod huffed. "This coming from the guy who owns more hair products than his girlfriend.

— Rachel Vincent

Walking around nude in front of humans was not a good way to keep a low profile with the community. It was an excellent way to make new friends, though.

— Rachel Vincent

We share that misfortune, reaper...

— Rachel Vincent

What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?

— Rachel Vincent

When I was a child, all problems had ended with a single word from my father. A smile from him was sunshine, his scowl a bolt of thunder. He was smart, and generous, and honorable without fail. He could exile a trespasser, check my math homework, and fix the leaky bathroom sink, all before dinner. For the longest time, I thought he was invincible. Above the petty problems that plagued normal people. And now he was gone.

— Rachel Vincent

When mice run, cats give chase.

— Rachel Vincent