The Nightmare Dilemma Quotes

“No way am I letting you mess around in my brain. You might incinerate it."
I rolled my eyes. "Like you'd even miss it."
"Ha, ha.”
― Mindee Arnett, The Nightmare Dilemma

“Eli grinned, a dimple appearing on one cheek. "Could it be you're starting to care whether Lance Rathbone lives or dies? Miracles and wonders abound."
"Shut up”
― Mindee Arnett, The Nightmare Dilemma

“Why should we believe you when you’ve lied so much before?”

“Because liars deal in truths. It’s the only way we can get away with it.”
― Mindee Arnett, The Nightmare Dilemma

“I left then too, more confused and hurt than ever and with a sadness tugging on my heart like a sinking anchor. If I wasn't careful, I would drown.”
― Mindee Arnett, The Nightmare Dilemma

“I tried to block out the hurt, to bury the loss deep inside me. I knew if I didn’t, the rest of me would break in ways impossible to repair. Only, who was I kidding. I already was.”
― Mindee Arnett, The Nightmare Dilemma

“Are you sure you don’t remember anything from that night?” Eli said as he brushed the ashen remains of the card off the table onto the floor.

All the computers in the room beeped at once, the noise like a high-pitched foghorn going off. I jumped in my seat and nearly fell out of it. Selene wasn’t so lucky. She tumbled to the floor as Buster gave another hard buck and rolled to the right.

“I’m sorry!” Eli shouted to the room at large. It wasn’t the first time one of us had upset the place. “I’ll bring a vacuum next time. I promise!”

The computers beeped again in final scolding then fell silent.

“Great headquarters you got here,” Lance said, rubbing his ears.

“Just one more reason for you not to join us,” Selene said, getting to her feet. Buster wheeled toward her, but she put a hand up. “No. You stay. I warned you last time what would happen if I fell off again.”

If it were possible for a chair to look crestfallen, Buster did.”
― Mindee Arnett, The Nightmare Dilemma

“You should go to the infirmary,” Selene said, the tiniest hint of concern in her voice.

“I can’t,” Lance said, not looking at her. “Not now.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because they’ll want to know what happened to him and where,” said Eli.

I frowned, coming to grips with the truth that we weren’t going to turn Lance in. Only, who was I kidding? I’d known from the start we weren’t going to. He was our best clue yet, but if the sheriff found out he’d been there, who knew when we’d have access to him next.

Holy crap, I’m turning into Eli.”
― Mindee Arnett, The Nightmare Dilemma

“I checked my e-mail first. The only new one was from Lady Elaine. I opened it with a surge of trepidation that proved anticlimactic. The e-mail informed me that Paul would be starting classes tomorrow (read: today) and that I should be prepared. Yeah, way to get the message through on time there, Ms. I Can Predict the Future. It also included his new class schedule so that I could stalk him more conveniently.

Even better”
― Mindee Arnett, The Nightmare Dilemma

“With an uneven number in class today, I ended up practicing with the teacher.

Not that I minded. Mr. Deverell was young, and even though I swore I would never say such a thing about a teacher, super-hot. In his early twenties at most, he had shoulder-length dirty-blond hair and pale hazel eyes that looked like two pieces of polished river rock. He hailed from somewhere down south, but his accent was slight, just enough of a drawl to be attractive. The first moment he spoke, every girl in the class went gaga. Except for me, of course. I managed to internalize all my gaga. Well, mostly. If you didn’t count the drooling.”
― Mindee Arnett, The Nightmare Dilemma

“By the time I emerged from the end of the Gauntlet, my eye had almost swollen shut.

Coach Fritz grinned when he spotted me. “Run into trouble, did you?”

“Nope. I’m just trying to start a new fashion trend—black-eye foundation,” I said, cupping a hand over my eye. The pain made me forget the dangers of mouthing off, but to my shock, Fritz chuckled.

“Well, then, I’d say you’re off to a great start.”

Asshole.

But Fritz’s sudden receptiveness to my sarcasm put me on edge, and I dropped all the snark from my voice as I said, “Um, can I go to the infirmary?”

Fritz’s grin widened. “I don’t think that’s necessary. A little bruising never hurt anyone. You can wait until after class.”

“But I have detention after class.”

Fritz’s shoulders rose and fell in an exaggerated shrug. “Not my problem. But I’m sure the teacher will understand if you’re late.” Something about Fritz’s triumphant tone told me that he knew very well who my detention was with and that Corvus would be about as understanding as a swarm of pissed-off killer bees.”
― Mindee Arnett, The Nightmare Dilemma

“While I waited for Eli, I contemplated my eggs and bacon for a couple of minutes, and then got up and threw the contents of my breakfast tray into the garbage. Something inside the trash can growled, and I realized too late that I’d forgotten to sort out my silverware. A moment later the fork came hurtling out of the can like a missile and whacked me in the forehead.

“Hey,” I said as I rubbed my stinging skin. Good thing I hadn’t used a knife this morning.

A head covered in scraggly brown hair emerged over the top of the can. The trash troll fixed a glare at me with its huge black eyes. It looked like a really ugly, twisted version of a Mr. Potato Head with a head and torso twice as long as its stubby legs and arms. It bared its teeth at me, mumbling incoherent words.

It dawned on me that I was being scolded. By a trash troll. Glaring, I shooed at it. “Go on, get back in there. It was just an accident.”

The troll muttered something more then stuck its tongue out at me before disappearing. I backed away from the trash can, on the lookout for more projectiles. It seemed even the trash trolls had developed their own spirit of rebellion, same as us students.”
― Mindee Arnett, The Nightmare Dilemma