“I only believed in three things: my right fist, my left fist, and my gut.” — Jaye Wells Copy Share Image
“His eyes burned with intensity. I wondered briefly if someone he knew was being held in that cold room that smelled like death. Someone he loved?” — Jaye Wells Copy Share Image
“He curled his claw into a fist. "I'd like to shove a stake up that bastard's ass." Adam's lip curled. "Remind me not to… — Jaye Wells Copy Share Image
“That's right, bitch. Goldie Schwartz. And I'm not a fucking midget. I prefer the term 'fun sized'.” — Jaye Wells Copy Share Image
“Why did everyone send casseroles in times of crisis? Why didn't anyone ever send brownies and Jack Daniel's?” — Jaye Wells Copy Share Image
“My mouth fell open. I wasn‘t used to receiving practical advice from Giguhl. But the weird thing? He was totally right. ―When‘d you become… — Jaye Wells Copy Share Image
“We passed by a few workers, who did double takes as we ran past. I supposed that the image of a hairless cat in… — Jaye Wells Copy Share Image
“Just be sure you brush your teeth tonight. Morning breath is a fresh sea breeze compared to the hellitosis of blood breath.” — Jaye Wells Copy Share Image
“I think you need to go find that boy and tell him how you feel about him. Then you need to ride him like… — Jaye Wells Copy Share Image
“Spare me the self-righteous indignation. I highly doubt your motives are selfless.” — Jaye Wells Copy Share Image
