Everything he was, he gave to her.

— L.J. Smith

For a moment he wondered, again, if he should just give it all up. Perhaps he should go back to Italy, back to his hiding place. What made him think that he could rejoin the world of daylight? But he was tired of living in shadows. He was tired of the darkness, and of the things that lived in it. Most of all, he was tired of being alone.

— L.J. Smith

Grandma, please don’t go. I’m frightened., Grandma. I need you!” “…never be afraid, Cassie. There’s nothing frightening in the dark if you just face it…

— L.J. Smith

He was the smell of winter rain and the sound of his predator’s heartbeat

— L.J. Smith

I can't see anything" he said in a muffled voice, hand over his eyes. "I'm blind.

— L.J. Smith

I do believe in shooting the messenger. You know why? Because it sends a message.

— L.J. Smith

I don't need him to comfort me or tell me it's okay. I can make it okay, myself. Maybe that was what happened when you faced the very worst thing in the world. She'd lost her family and her old life and maybe even her childhood, but she'd found herself. And that would have to do.

— L.J. Smith

I don't need to kill goats to say things. I CAN talk.

— L.J. Smith

I don't trust easily, so when I tell you I trust you, don't make me regret it.

— L.J. Smith

If I let myself care, all I'll feel is pain.

— L.J. Smith