308 Quotes by Rachel Vincent

I went up on my toes to kiss him, and he groaned. "Do you really think this is appropriate on school grounds?""Nope." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "And I happen to know there isn't an appropriate thought running through your head right now.""Or any other time." Tod pulled me close and held me so tight my ribs almost hut, but I didn't want him to let go. Ever.

Kaylee and Nash are like those rocks that ancient cave people used to make fire. Bang them together, and you get sparks." Sabine said."Let's never again use the phrase 'bang them together' in reference to my brother and my girlfriend," Tod mumbled.

I want you, Kaylee, like I’ve never wanted anything. Ever. I want the fire. I want the heat, and the light, and I want the burn.

I could have kissed you months ago, but it wouldn't have meant anything. I wished for you to see me. And want me. So...did you mean it?" Fragile hope peeked out at me from behind the smug self-assurance I now recognized as his mask. As armor, against a world that no longer claimed or understood him, and suddenly I realised he wasn't breathing. He was just waiting. For me. "Yes," I said, and in some unnamed tension inside me eased. "I see you, Tod.

I don't want to wear your dad's clothes. He hates me.""You'd rather wear mine?"Nash scowled.

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.

He's lying, Kay," Nash said, fists clenched at his sides. "Hellions can't lie, but we all know reapers can.""Careful, pot," Tod said. "Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle.

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

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