Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That's another reason I can't read anymore.

I mean, contrary to popular belief, I'm actually not harboring a secret desire to grow up and become a bioterrorist.

With the taste of rum in my mouth and the sting of remembrance in my heart, I set my sights on the man who killed my family.

Where’s our teacher?” “Probably getting it on with the English teacher.” - Alex Gold and Mike Wilson

Throwing a sub at the Apollyon probably wasn't something that should be done in public. But I couldn't help it; I laughed.

In my mind, I was reliving my whole life again-slowly, taking my time. Delaying.Because I knew, sooner or later, I'd get to her.

His eyes darken and his voice drops to a firm, husky tone."I can always tie you to the bed and make it so you can't go anywhere.

Extiendo la mano y paso un dedo a lo largo de su clavícula, mi lugar favorito: como las siluetas de unas pequeñas alas.

Every experience is a gift and happens for a reason. No matter how big or small, we are reminded that we are the captains of our ship.

So childish, Alex. You’ve ruined her dress.” The vibrant red silk floated around me as I treaded water. “I know. Bad me.

Something is happening. I sense a change in the wind…a mutual understanding of each other. I haven’t felt this way in forever.

Gods were like possums. You could go your whole life without seeing one, but once you found one of them, you found the whole freaky family.

And I was normally a pretty emotional person. In any given day, I experienced a hundred different things like I was trying ice cream flavors.

Hey, I’m kidding. And I’m also curious why’d you do that. The sun rises and sets out of Aiden’s ass, according to you.

Wasn't that a season finale on Supernatural?' When the boys nodded, my eyes rolled.'Seriously? Are Sam and Dean going to be there?