You've got to learn to stand your ground and," she flicked her feet in a little Irish stepdance and sang, "you've got to have faith, faith, faith."My jaw dropped. "You're kidding me, right? You're dancing in the streets and quoting George Michael. I'm about to get eaten alive!

Uh, do you mind?"I glanced down and saw something far scarier than any demon. A guy. My age. And I was on top of him. Straddling his hips. Oh, jeez.

My eyes ran away from his. "I don't know what you're talking about.""Your blush says otherwise.""It's - it's just hot in here."His grin deepened. "Yes, it is.""Oh, shut up.

The demons diverted its sights from me and swooped down on the yappy mutt.Dogs aren't my thing.I hate dogs. And if this one was dumb enough to sacrifice itself for me, hallelujah. I kept running.After I reversed course.Stupid dog.

Ironic, is it not, that the great Divinicus Nex cowers in fear from that which should be her fated prey? A decidedly diametric circumstance."What? It's irritating when the monster hunting you has a better vocabulary than your own. Maybe it could do my eulogy?

A moment of silence, then Blake’s voice crackled through static, “Can’t—” The static soundedsuspiciously like crinkling paper. “Hear—” More “static” then, “break—up.

I caught you!" he beamed. "See, girls really do throw themselves at me. Hey, guys!" His voice echoed off the carved stone and marble of the empty cavernous space. "Oh, come on. I save the girl and no one's around to see it?""Sorry about that," I said. "But thanks.""I don't mind. I'm a contact sport kinda guy.

You're sure? I thought I heard someone.""Nope, not a soul," Blake said. "Get it. Soul. Because we're in a church.

He likes you. You like him, you're just scared. Well," she glanced over her shoulder and dropped her voice, "unless you tell me he's some freaky psycho-killer..." I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Then I'm not letting you mess this up for yourself. Your creepy hermit status is officially over.

Someone once told me that just because you're beat-up...''Doesn't mean you're beaten,' Dad finished his favorite motto.