I see how he feels about his world and I want to be one of the parts he prizes. I want to be worth fighting for. Worth the same kind of effort he puts into the things that matter to him. Like Dani.”'I don’t tell her no human matters to the boss like Dani.

[Jo to her mother] I knew there was mischief brewing. I felt it and now it's worse than I imagined. I just wish I could marry Meg myself, and keep her safe in the family.

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.

Herbs, vials, and crap,' I grumble. 'Where are the massive weapons and spirit fighting spears?' 'So impatient,' Cooper says, mocking, and goes to pick up a tube filled with powder. 'You know, these herbs and vials and crap are important.'Yes, because crap always sounds necessary.

In the beginning, one soul split into two creating soul mates. And ever the two shall wander seeking each other. -Unknown.

You were at the party on Friday night, weren't you?' I didn't mentioned I'd followed him into the woods.He leaned back in his chair, his legs sprawled out. His boots nudged the bottom ruffle of my skirt. 'Aye.'Aye? Seriously? Could he be any hotter?Unless he had been looking for his girlfriend at the party.Not hot.'I was supposed to meet my cousin,' he elaborated, 'but I didn't find her,'Hot again.

Jo's face was a study next day, for the secret rather weighed upon her, and she found it hard not to look mysterious and important. Meg observed it, but did not troubled herself to make inquiries, for she had learned that the best way to manage Jo was by the law of contraries, so she felt sure of being told everything if she did not ask.

It seems I can go from elated, embarrassed, angry, and back to embarrassed in four comments flat.

Safe? What can be classified as safe? Everything we do in life has a risk. Just getting out of bed each morning can be dangerous. It's not a matter of what is safe, Cooper, it's a matter of what are you going to allow to hold you back.' I look down at him over my shoulder and smile. 'You going to let some squeaking metal hold you back?

It's evil, Jo. It exists in all forms of life and death.