421 Quotes by Susan Ee

Like the previous one, this angel smiles when he sees my blade. He’s up for more of a challenge than squashing an ant. At least this ant has a sharp knife and an attitude.

He is shivering, probably going into deep shock.

My mom yells at someone behind me. I spin with my hand on Pooky Bear, ready to pull out my blade. But it’s just my mom throwing rotten eggs at someone who took an empty soda bottle without asking.

When the two swords crash, the impact neither rattles my bones nor has me tasting blood. It’s as if all the force stopped at the blade before it vibrated down to me. As if all that tremendous killing power got redirected. Burnt’s blade shatters.

How close are they to creating this angelic plague?” “Not very. Otherwise, I would have had to kill them.

I’ve been trying not to be a big baby by insisting on holding his hand in front of the angels, but the urge is strong. I don’t want to embarrass him even when he’s unconscious. But now that the others are gone, I sit beside him and hold his hand. It’s warm, and I pull it to my chest to warm me up.

His arms around my waist are firm, but as we rise above the Sea of Killing Hands, I feel an equal mix of excitement and fear. “Don’t drop me.” I cling tighter and press myself up against him a little more. “Never.” There’s so much confidence and assurance in his voice. “I have you. You’re as secure as can be.

When you’re small enough to have to look up at everyone around you, there’s no such thing as a dirty fight. That’s a new motto for me. I think I’ll keep it.

I even offered Raffe aspirin when he was unconscious before I ever got to know him. I offered the enemy pain relief but never considered it for my own sister. Why? Because she looked like a monster, that’s why. And it never occurred to me that monsters might feel pain.