70 Quotes by Rysa Walker

There’s no shower, no paper towels. Just the sink, cold water, and hand soap. Girl, you look like a poster for that Carrie movie.He has a point. There’s blood on my arms and neck, even in my hair. Nothing to do but start scrubbing, hopefully before someone walks in with sleepy kids in need of a bathroom break. I’d probably give them nightmares for a week.

Why? Because your grandfather gets hunches and you have some sort of psychic abilities, do you automatically believe everything? Someone walks in your door saying she can torch the place using her mind, do you accept it as fact? Demons, vampires, werewolves? Sounds like a good idea for a TV show. Your partner is named Sam—are you sure your name isn’t Dean?

Maybe it’s just the fact that this has been one bitch of a day. Either way, his question annoys me. I kind of want to reach across the coffee table and smack him.

Okay,” I tell Aaron, once I’ve hung up. “Just so you know, Deo will call Dr. Kelsey, the police, the FBI, the entire Avengers team, and anyone else he can think of if I don’t check back in half an hour.” Aaron rolls his eyes. “You have a very possessive boyfriend.” I start to correct him, but maybe having Aaron think Deo’s my overprotective boyfriend is a good thing. I could say he’s at the gym, lifting weights.

Someone dropped her off in a shopping mall food court just before her third birthday. Pinned to her dress was a note with the name Anna, a date of birth, and the words, This child is possessed.

He recorded me once, so I know exactly how I look when I’m engaged in one of these internal dialogues—and that makes me determined to avoid them in public. My eyes go blank, unfocused, like no one’s home—which is ironic if you think about it, since the problem isn’t that nobody’s there, but rather that we’ve exceeded the maximum occupancy of one.

For the past year, food of some sort has been a permanent appendage to Deo’s hand. Sometimes both hands at once. At first, I teased that he was going to get fat, but then he shot upward—six full inches since last summer. Now I have to look up at him, not the other way around. This amuses him. I don’t really care as long as he doesn’t call me “Short Stuff.

I haven’t eaten,” Aaron says, nodding down at the large white bag in his hands. “And I’m guessing Daniel didn’t feed you on the way over, because . . . well, because he’s Daniel . . . so I bought extra. Do we have plates in the kitchen, Sam?” When Aaron and Sam go off in search of utensils, Deo says, “The older brother is a pain in the ass. But this one, I could learn to like.

We’re about five steps down when he says, “I feel like we’ve walked into a horror movie. Two teens sneak down to the basement, where the psycho killer lurks in the dark.” “If you’re trying to lighten the mood, it’s not working.” “Don’t worry. The psycho killer always targets teens who are sneaking to the basement in order to make out. But I do wish we had a flashlight.