paranormal-suspense

Red glowing eyes... No one could see her. No one could hear her. No one was coming to save her. Because Death had come sooner than expected.

Protector and destroyer were two sides of the same coin. Who knew which one would come out in a toss-up?

Have you been hitting the wine or my mother's brownies again?

Events That Haunt The Mind And Scar It With Nightmares Are Never What They Seem...

I know you__e afraid of me. I can smell your fear, and I actually kind of like it.

Close your mouth Lily, you look like a codfish.""I can't help it. This place looks like something out of medieval times. I'm surprised there aren't rushes on the floor or half-dressed serving wenches carrying trenchers of food.""Read Harlequin much?""Shut up. There's nothing wrong with romance novels. You could learn something from them you know."Sean's mouth curved into a slow, seductive grin. He let his fingers drift casually along the side of her arm, deliberately grazing the edge of her breast. "Could I now?

As long as you have a beating heart, it's never too late. But you do need to get on with it [. . .] every second you squander is an affront to an unforgiving universe.

Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.

Rosehill was shady and beautiful, the most serene place I could imagine. It had been closed to the public for years, and sometimes as I wandered alone - and often lonely - through the lush fern beds and long curtains of silvery moss, I pretended the crumbling angels were wood nymphs and fairies and I their ruler, queen of my own graveyard kingdom.

The Boogeyman,' he said, just to be sure. 'The Boogeyman killed an employee of the President of the United States.'The president nodded.Some days, Zach thought, I really hate this job.

Something you killed didn't stay dead? Wow. That must have really put some termites in your coffin.

Life ends with a snap of small bones, a head cracked from its stem, and a spirit unmoored...

We do not remember days, Shemei, we remember moments, and the richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.