Sydney

“Door. Fucker hit me with the bedroom door!”
― Jeaniene Frost, One Grave at a Time

“You once told me you could stand many things.” My voice was raspy from all the emotions battering against those well-honed inner defenses.
“So can I. I can stand whatever Apollyon dishes out, can take the bigotry from others over what I am, the freaky ghost juju from Marie, all the
craziness my mother can throw at me, and even the pain of my uncle dying. But the one thing that I would never, ever recover from would be losing
you. You made me promise before to go on if that happened, but Bones”—here my words broke and tears spilled down my cheeks—“I wouldn’t
want to.”
He’d been near the side of the bed when I started talking, but was in my arms before the first tear fell. Very softly, his lips brushed over those wet
streaks, coming back pink from the drops still shimmering on them.
“No matter what happens, you will never lose me,” he whispered. “I am forever yours, Kitten, in this life or the next.”
― Jeaniene Frost, This Side of the Grave

“But it does make me sad that we've forgotten our names. Out of everything, this seems to me the most tragic. I miss my own and I mourn for everyone else's, because I'd like to love them, but I don't know who they are.”
― Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies

“Nice to meet you, mate, and here's some advice: Don't even think about it. You try anything with her and I'll neuter you with my bare hands. ”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave