Brandy Nacole

There's a transparent face that looks deep into my eyes, baring my soul, right before terror consumes me and the image becomes a black mass of horror.

Whoa... don't go freaking out on me yet," he says with a smile, a smile I'm starting to have a real like and hate relationship with.

So much for a great opening speech, that sucker done tucked tail and is hiding in the deepest part of my brain, sucking its thumb.

Tyler shrugs. "It's a big world, Jo. Who am I to say what is and isn't possible?

I guess it__ worth a shot._ More than likely a wasted bullet, but I__l fire anyway.

A woman can lend a man the strength to conquer a kingdom, and bring him to his knees with one breath.

It__ funny how those we care about can create the same reaction that we get when we are facing down a monster ready to kill us.

The actions of yesterday, the pretenses of tomorrow, and the presence of now, have forever added to history.

She clenches the crystal necklace that Dagna gave me, the one I always wear. __ever lose this, Harmony. It is a symbol of the beginning. The power that still lingers inside it will help you, but even as it fades, the memory of everything until now will carry you as if it were still strong.

Who would have ever thought going to a library would be so scary?

It's okay to be afraid, Jo. It's what keeps us alive. But falling to that fear is what will get you killed.

Are we safe from human exposure? I don't want the owners to find a busted-up angel and a buzzed vampire lurking in their shed and freak out.

With a new found confidence, Briston comes alive. "Then we have to do something. We need to call the police, or the swat team, maybe the military.""Yeah, and why we're at it, why don't we send a prayer up to Heaven and tell the other angels to go ahead and take our names off the eternal guest list.

That was probably the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me." "What? Almost falling in a ditch?""No, being carried by a girl.

I'm not leaving you. We still have a chance." "How?"Kayson's voice echoes his hopelessness. He's already given up."Hey, as long as we are still breathing, we still have a chance. If you quit, then you're quitting on me too.

When an answer finally comes to me, I know I've completely lost all my wits - or as my mama used to tell my father, I have a few screws loose.

Good news is, we're annoying him. Bad news is, we're all going to die painfully.

The fact that ghosts are real doesn't surprise me-I've always been a believer in that area. It's the realization that there may be something out there, something most can't see, that is able to kill.