Behind Tana there was the sounds of splintering wood, as though something very large had hot the door. "No," she said softly, "Oh no. No." "Leave me," said Gavriel. ....."Shut up or I might," she told him.

His voice had a faint trace of an accent she couldn't place - one that made her pretty sure he was no local kid infected the night before.

please,Tana,please.' -lots of characters in The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

In the dream, Tana's mother loved her more than anyone or anything. More than death.

They eat one another. They eat us. They eat every damn thing. They'll drink up the whole world if we let them.

Gavriel was half in love with death. He'd lost a lover to it and put his own brother in a grave, so maybe it was no surprise that he stalked murderers through the city streets, sinking his fangs into their jugulars and gulping down their blood. Every night, it was as though he avenged his brother by killing some stand-in for himself.

She shrieked and shrieked for her mother, but her mother was already there. Her mother was the monster.

They ran through the night together in a darkling fairy tale of blood and forests and snow, of girls with raven's wing hair and rose-red lips and sharp teeth as white as milk.

When we turn,is there something shoved inside of us or is it more that something inside of us has been released?