Lola and I both highly believed in the value of metaphorical gifts, so while everyone else saw a demonic-looking cat skeleton dripping wax on the packaging, Lola saw the message: Our friendship is like this feline shaped candle - burn away all the shit, and you and me are still solid underneath. Always.

— Krystal Sutherland

Maybe Dracula wasn't a vampire, just a raging alcoholic who was constantly hungover.

— Krystal Sutherland

One day,” he said, “everybody’s going to wake up and realize their parents are human beings, just like them. Sometimes they’re good people, sometimes they’re not.

— Krystal Sutherland

Plus, how can she be your soul mate? Didn't you tell me she'd never read Harry Potter? Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone like that? I mean, for God's sake, think of your children. What kind of environment would they be growing up in with such a mother?

— Krystal Sutherland

She’d passed the fear barrier, and she’d lived, and she’d discovered not certain death, as she’d imagined, but impossible splendor. What other beautiful things had fear been hiding from her? What else had the curse long kept her from discovering? For the first time in a long time, she wanted to find out.

— Krystal Sutherland

... Tell me you believe that our lives are anything more than a ridiculous cascade of random chances.

— Krystal Sutherland

The insane rush of endorphins that flooded my system the moment my phone vibrated, and her name popped up on screen was worrying. I'd never been addicted to anything before, but I thought maybe this is what it felt like to be a junkie in desperate need of a hit. "Edward Cullen, you poor, miserable bastard," I said as I locked my phone screen and stared at the ceiling. "I should not have judged you so harshly.

— Krystal Sutherland

The magic had started to degrade, and Rosemary had slowly but surely become thoroughly, gruesomely human. And there were few things worse in this world than humans.

— Krystal Sutherland

The old fear was there, the grapnel anchor lodged in her chest, the thing that wanted to pull her back away from the edge and whisper no, no, no. Yet there was a new thing: a lure. Something down in the water that whispered yes, yes, yes. Go forward, onward, into the unknown. It felt like something between destruction and thrill

— Krystal Sutherland

The trouble was, I did know what I wanted from Grace Town. I wanted to sleep with her, sure. I wanted her to be my girlfriend. A few years from now, I wanted to marry her. And then, when we were old, I wanted to drink peppermint tea and read Harry Potter to our grandchildren with her on the veranda of an old house out in the countryside as we watched a summer storm roll toward us. Was that so much to ask?

— Krystal Sutherland