Books in the YA genre, in particular, should use proper grammar because they’re more of an example to young people than adults books are.

Terror builds inside him. The reality that tonight will be his last leaves a sour taste in his mouth. The Tainted will eat him, or on a more terrifying note – if that’s even possible – maybe turn him into one of them. He’d rather die. But first, he’ll take as many of those bastards out as he can. He throws his pack into the throng and jerks the blade from his belt. With a thudding heart, he slices through them. Blood arcs over him, onto him.

I like you, Rae. I don’t want to fix you or be your knight in shining armor—even if I’d look damn good wearing that shit

She notices the unyielding ruthlessness of the storm; the crashing waves, the bitter sky kissing the water on the horizon, the keening laments of the sharp, cutting wind, and the relentless liquid deliverance of its somber showers. She’ll never forgive the audacity of the storm’s neglect.

That,” she says, then clears her throat. “That’s a bit terrifying.”His lips twitch. “Isn’t that a side effect of love?

I moved closer as I dragged myself through the frozen bracken. “Who’s coming?” My voice trembled like an autumn leaf in the wind.“Your Angels,” he replied breathily right before he crumpled to the ground in a great heap.My body went into sensory overload. I was hurt, angry, broken, sad, terrified, and . . . hopeful. He said my Angels were coming.

Electricity exploded in me, crackling and sparking all throughout my body. And I knew that he could feel it too right before his lips descended over mine.

I might be from Kentucky, but I know that ‘bless her heart’ means ‘fuck that bitch’ in Southern.

Days like today should come with a warning label, I muse. Today’s Going to Suck! Skip the Coffee and Go Straight for the Alcohol.

Oh yes. You’ve done a marvelous job of succeeding at failure.