Menna

“Kaylee do you know why you are here?"
"Yeah. Because the doors are locked.”
― Rachel Vincent, My Soul to Lose

“Did he show himself?” Nash asked, and I glanced to my right to see him staring at my father, as fascinated as I was.
My dad nodded. “He was an arrogant little demon.”
“So what happened?” I asked.
“I punched him.”
For a moment, we stared at him in silence. “You punched the reaper?” I asked, and my hand fell from the strainer onto the edge of the sink.
“Yeah.” He chuckled at the memory, and his grin brought out one of my own. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen my father smile. “Broke his nose.”
― Rachel Vincent, My Soul to Take

“Wait, Saturday night?" The ladder-backed chair creaked and I looked up as he leaned forward to eye me in growing suspicion. "I thought you stayed home."
I shrugged and raised one eyebrow at him. "I thought I was human.”
― Rachel Vincent, My Soul to Take

“Great. "So not only am I not-human, but Death is my arch foe?" Who, me? Panic? "Anything else you want to tell me, while we're confessing?”
― Rachel Vincent, My Soul to Take