“Oh my God, I am such a liar. And I can't even leave it at just one lie, either. Oh, no. I have to pile it on. I am sick, I tell you. Sick.” LyingLiesSuze SimonSusannah SimonThe MediatorNinth Key Book:Ninth Key Source: Ninth Key
“Okay, okay, already," I said, holding up both hands in an I-surrender sort of gesture. "I'll try it your way from now on. I'll do the touchy-feely stuff. Jeez. You West Coasters. It's all backrubs and avocado sandwiches with you guys, isn't it?” Suze SimonSusannah SimonThe MediatorNinth Key Book:Ninth Key Source: Ninth Key
“What was I thinking, anyway? It would never work out between the two of us. I mean, I'm a mediator. His dad's a vampire. His uncle's a killer. What if we got married? Think how our kids would turn out...” Suze SimonSusannah SimonThe MediatorNinth Key Book:Ninth Key Source: Ninth Key
“It wasn't just that Mr. Beaumont and his creepy staring was freaking me out. And it wasn't that my dad's warning was ringing in my ears. My mediator instincts were telling me to get out, now. And when my instincts tell me to do something, I usually obey. I have often found it beneficial to my health.” Suze SimonSusannah SimonThe MediatorNinth Key Book:Ninth Key Source: Ninth Key
“See, even though Jesse's a ghost, and can walk through walls and disappear and reappear at will, he's still...well, there. To me, anyway. That's what makes me-and Father Dom-different from everybody else. We not only can see and talk to ghosts, but we can feel them too-just as if they were anybody else. Anybody alive, I mean. Because to me and Father Dom, ghosts are just like anyone else, with blood and guts and sweat and bad breath and whatever. The only real difference is that they kind of have this glow around them-an aura, I think it's called.” GhostsSuze SimonSusannah SimonThe MediatorJesse De SilvaNinth KeyFather DominicFather Dom Book:Ninth Key Source: Ninth Key