Kendare Blake

I__ just saying it doesn__ always have to be spirits and magic. Sometimes hauntings are in your mind. It doesn__ make them less real.

Anna's eyes soften, and the stubborn tears begin to recede. The way she stands, the way she breathes, I know she wants to come closer. New knowledge fills up the air between us and neither of us wants to breathe it in.

I don't believe that." She seems like suck a force,this reasonable girl who kills with a turn of her fingers. She would have left all this behind, if she had the chance. "I honestly don't remember," she sighs "I don't think I was strong in life. Now it seems like I loved every moment, that every breath was charmed and crisp." she clasps her hands comically to her chest and breaths in deep through her nose, then blows it out in a huff. "I probably didn't. For all my dreams and fancies, I can't recall being...what would you call it? Perky?

I think I killed a girl who looked like this once.

They shouldn't be allowed to teach math so early in the morning.

The accusations make me want to be kid again. Why isn't my mommy calling them big fat liars?

I don__ think I was strong in life. Now it seems like I loved every moment, thatevery breath was charmed and crisp.

In afew hours, she__l see Anna for herself. She__l seeher dressed in blood, her hair floating like it__suspended in water, eyes black and shining. Andwhen she does, she won__ be able to catch herbreath.

Gods are cold. War, killing, and stabbing each other in the back is really what we do best.

This is what men risk so much for; this shiver, this acute heat and desire. This is what they think eternity feels like.

It's the wrong way. She's farther away from the door now. It occurs to me that some people only have book smarts.

Fucking nightmares.My heart starts to slow down. Glancing down at the floor, I see Tybalt, who is glaring at me with a puffed-up tail. I wonder if he had been sleeping on my chest and I catapulted him off when I woke up. I don't remember, but I wish that I did, because it would've been hilarious.

No matter how far I go, I'm still your person. We stand together now.

Arthur without Excalibur was still Arthur.

What do you think the Order is going to do?" he asks. "Help us open a door to Hell, if we're lucky," I reply. Lucky. Ha ha. The irony.

I want to get some sleep, so if there's something mind-numbingly disturbing you want to show me, can we just get it over with?

We've got our heads pulled low inside of our hooded sweatshirts and our eyes are shifty. We look exactly like you'd expect someone to look if they were minutes away from committing a major crime.

I had a million different dreams but none of them was stronger than the rest. In the end they probably would have paralyzed me.