“This is why you don't call the police. Or Preternatural Control. No matter what. Ever. If I'd doubted that rule--and I was fairly sure I never had--I certainly never would have again. My skin itched just talking to the authorities…The… — Jennifer Lynn Barnes Copy Share
“Hierarchy was like breathing: the only time you thought about it was when something went wrong.” — Jennifer Lynn Barnes Copy Share Image
“Consider me an open book" dev said. "Mi casa es su casa." Dev crinkled his nose and smelled the air. "Err, mi nose es… — Jennifer Lynn Barnes Copy Share Image
“Casey was in the bed with Ali. And that was where I drew the line. Because eww.” — Jennifer Lynn Barnes Copy Share Image
“There's an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer that I've been thinking about a lot while writing this essay. In it, Buffy sacrifices her own life to save her sister, and right before she does, she tells her sister that the hardest thing to do in the world is to live - ironic words coming from someone about to kill… — Jennifer Lynn Barnes Copy Share
“Nothing. You know what that feels like. Reach for it. Grab it. Make it yours.” — Jennifer Lynn Barnes Copy Share Image
“Someone tried to kill me, and I’m going swimming. I’m going swimming, because it doesn’t matter. I’m going swimming, because I don’t matter. I’m… — Jennifer Lynn Barnes Copy Share Image
“If I had a nickel for every time I almost died, I would have been driving to school in a Ferrari and flying off to Bora-Bora on the weekends.” — Jennifer Lynn Barnes Copy Share
“I did a quick injury check on my organs and bones. The routine was familiar, one I paced my way through every other morning… — Jennifer Lynn Barnes Copy Share Image
“I had to protect him. And me. So I took everything I felt for the pack. I saw the bond, and instead of closing… — Jennifer Lynn Barnes Copy Share Image
“You look like someone who's about to do something highly inadvisable. And God knows, if there's something inadvisable going on, I want in.” — Jennifer Lynn Barnes Copy Share Image
“Nobody liked my plan. "You want us to split up?" Chase asked, his brow wrinkling in obvious bewilderment. Lake echoed the sentiment, her voice flat. "Why would we split up? There's four of us and one of him." After a brief moment's pause, she amended her head count to better reflect the real odds. "Three and a half of us,… — Jennifer Lynn Barnes Copy Share
