“Maybe scotty the potty turned into scotty the hottie. Have you thought about that?”

I don’t have the body for this,” i quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. “no curves.” jev’s eyes held mine. “are you asking my opinion?

You possess other people’s…Bodies.” he accepted that statement with a nod. “do you want to possess my body?” “i want to do a lot of things to your body, but that’s not one of them.

I’m telling you this because i want you to know that i know something about you isn’t right. You haven’t fooled everybody. I’m going to find out what you’re up to. I’m going to expose you.” “looking forward to it.

I personally believe patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.

If we hooked up, he could write me ballads and stuff. You gotta admit, nothing’s sexier than a guy who writes music.

Walk out, he repeated. We need to talk. About how you need to sacrifice me to get a human body? I asked, my tone light, my insides feeling leaden. That might be cute if you thought it was true.

Busted. I’m a monster. Jev is my deceptively harmless-and shockingly handsome-alter ego.

I learned that i was either crazy in love with you, or putting on the best performance of my life.’ -nora (pg 263)

If you need one more reason, i love you.

We don’t have an address,” i said, “but we do know where he works.” “are you thinking what i’m thinking?” vee asked, eyes brightening briefly through the haze of chemical sedation. “based on past experience, i hope not.

Are we going to have to teach you to fight, angel?

You should go,” i breathed. “you should definitely go.” “go here?” his mouth was on my shoulder. “or here?” it moved up my neck.

Your mom isnt going to let me step foot inside this place. Ive seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.

If you can’t feel then why did you kiss me? Because i can feel it here, in my heart.

This is crazy,” i told patch in an undertone. “i’m crazy.” he was on the brink of smiling again. “about you.

Hang on, did you just call me angel? I asked. If i did? I dont like it. He grinned. It stays. Angel. He leaned across the table, raised his hand to my face, and brushed his thumb along one corner of my mouth. I pulled away, too late.