“I couldn’t just start killing people. That wasn’t really my thing.”
― H.D. Smith, Dark Forsaken

“How did you get hired?” “I checked the box on the application that said “descendant” by mistake. I’m dyslexic and I thought it said something else.”
“Okay,” I said, thinking that was the worst employment application mistake ever. “And they all believe him to be the true ruler of Fallen?”
“All the Mei-Bettys do. They’re, like, obsessed with it. It’s a little like restaurant-of-the-body-snatchers, you know?”
“Then why do you work there?” I asked. “Clearly, you figured out something was wrong with them.”
“Duh, but it pays well and they provide room and board. I sorta needed the job and a place to stay. It’s got free wifi,” she said, as if that explained everything.”
― H.D. Smith, Dark Forsaken

“I headed for my office, but stopped when I saw my laptop on the couch. Sorrel had obviously borrowed it—again—without permission. I grabbed it, wondering what questionable site he’d left on the screen this time and making a mental note to run the anti-virus software. After taking a shower, putting on my pajamas, and fixing an ice cream sundae for dinner—yes, it was one of those days—I sat down at my desk and pulled up the web browser.”
― H.D. Smith, Dark Forsaken

“I’m calling this place the Tardis,” she said, continuing to scan the different locations. “We’re not calling it the Tardis,” I said. Of course, if she knew what it could really do, I’d never change her mind.
“Why the hell not?” she asked.
“Copyright infringement.”
― H.D. Smith, Dark Forsaken

“Don’t worry,” I said. “We won’t be having slumber parties and spa days any time soon.”
“I quite like spa days.”
― H.D. Smith, Dark Forsaken

“I thought of the three men in the meadow. None were what they seemed and I was in the arms of my worst enemy, taking comfort from him. Would my life ever be normal?
“Normal is boring,” Mace said.”
― H.D. Smith, Dark Forsaken