"What, you don't think I'm a bad boy?" "We're in an camp for delinquents. They're all bad boys here." FIRST BOOK IN THE WICKED SERIES

I didn't want to. I wouldn't. I won't. But suddenly I was doing it. I didn't even register my feet hitting the fourteen steps it took to get up the stairs. My brain ignored the ninth step and how creaky and loud it was. And then I was there. Finding a towel and a change of clothes. All because he had told me to.

"You are such a Capricorn, I love that." "I am literally the Grim Reaper."