Of course we dance with our demons. Our angels are far too shy.

I want a fairytale romance in a make-believe land. Let’s run through the beautiful meadow and pretend the walls aren’t closing in. One trip and the world will consume us but don’t hesitate and don’t look back. This world of make-believe survives solely on your faith.

There must be logical minds among all species if they hope to survive. Not everyone can be bridled with hope and optimism.

That’s what he is—a snake, a dangerous predator—and here I am, a mouse…waiting to be devoured.Luna Ketz, Rise Above Twilight

It's been so long, I don't remember what okay feels like.

In her crazy, upside down world, she needed someone like that. A rock that would keep her going, an anchor to keep her from drifting away. Instead, she was alone

In her crazy, upside down world, she needed someone like that. A rock that would keep her going, an anchor to keep her from drifting away. Instead, she was alone.

If you always depend on others then you'll never succeed. It's best to learn that lesson now.

I'm my own person, and in that I'm unique. Pain, anguish, those are all just part of the experience. The more you go through, the stronger you become.

I don't want to be a kitten anymore. Give me my honorary claws so I can become a lion.

One person should never decide what happens to the majority.

I want to feel the rush of death, the high of utter nothingness, the fragility of my own mortality. Let it slip through my fingers like sand and when it's gone for good, I'll be none the wiser.

A tingling in her spine warned her the path that lay ahead was dangerous, but her curiosity placated her, driving her onward against her instincts.

The way I see it, you can live your life as is, continuing to feel like an underdog, or you can step up. Be someone who matters, and make a change.

History tended to repeat itself. Why should her past be any different?

If she opened the closet with her skeletons, they might drag her in with them.

No matter what you think of me, I'm part of your thoughts. Even if you hate me, I'll live in your mind forever.

No matter what, the day didn't feel like Christmas to her.She remembered years ago, when she had been just a little kid, and the word had been enough to make her happy. Nothing stirred in her now. Her childhood felt like it had been in another life. As she sat alone in her room with tears drying to her face, she resolved that no matter what the calendar said, it wasn't Christmas.If it was, she'd feel happy, not depressed.

You pushed me down to the depths of my sorrow until I thought I wouldn’t see the light of day again. You expected me to drown, didn’t you? To be left there for an eternity, waiting for your hand to pull me out? What you didn’t stop to realize is that I live in the shadows, thrive even. When I pull myself from the darkness, I’ll be stronger for it and you’ll regret leaving me for dead.

One thing is painfully clear-I can't trust anyone.

You broke the chain, Luna. Of all his victims, you were the only one that ever walked away and he hasn’t forgotten.

There had been trials involving water, a time when witches were persecuted, bound, and tossed into the largest nearby body of water to see if they would sink or swim.

It reminded him of the truth—who he really was, and the fact that no matter how far he ran, his past would be right there with him.

He was an animal. Everyone knows never to corner one that's injured...even if it is just his pride.

Some slight awareness in the back of her mind, beneath the pain, told her she was free.

He was far scarier than any ghost could be. He was real, and he was a monster.

He had never actually said what he hunted, only that he enjoyed it.

Luna had never been good at coping with death. After all she had gone through, she knew she should’ve been trained.But she wasn’t. She was regrettably human.

People fail to realize that horror isn’t just monsters and death. Sometimes, it’s learning to accept the darkness of human nature.

He's evil, and the only thing that stops evil is death.

Your friend will pay deeply for what he’s done here tonight,” Chance snarled once he wiped off most of the blood. “You can tell him to run as far and as fast as he can, I’ll get him. Just let him know that once this is all over, it’s just gonna be you and me and a world full of corpses.

There's a thin line between love and hate. Maybe in his mind he's doing the right thing.

Things around here function on lies because if people knew the truth, it wouldn't work.

It seems ironic, expecting the unexpected, like she had fabricated pieces of her story to make it more interesting. Considering my boredom with the current version, I can't imagine the first draft.

Killing is for those with a sick mind.

My mistake was that I didn't kill you.

The moods he's shown me have all been vastly different...as different as summer and winter, sometimes with fall between them.

There are things in this life that you must face alone. Birth is one of them-death is another.

It's one thing to be bitter about the circumstances of your birth, but another to drill your bitterness into the head of someone going through a rough time.