How can I explain what I myself don’t understand?
And with that reunion... it was like I was emerging from a cave-one I’d been in for almost five weeks-into the bright light of day. When Dimitri had turned, I’d felt like I’d lost part of my soul. When I’d left Lissa, another piece had gone. Now, seeing her... I began to think maybe my soul might be able to heal. Maybe I could go on after all. I didn’t feel 100 percent whole yet, but her presence filled up that missing part of me. I felt more like myself than I had in ages.
You must not have played chess in a while. The king is the weakest piece in the game.” He gave Justin a level look. “The queen’s the strongest.
This is how we must always be – strong and resilient, no matter what’s around us.
He stared at me for several heavy seconds and then laughed – though there wasn’t much humor in it. “You know what’s great? You’reserious. Look at your face.” He gestured, as though I actually could examine myself. “You really think it’s that easy, that I can sit here and watch your happy ending. That I can watch you getting everything you want as you lead your charmed life.
Are Cady and O’Neill Ever going to get together?” Those amber eyes weighed me heavily, and then he answered my question with a question. “Do you think they should?” “Well I said, “they’ve been through an awful lot together. And if there’s only one book left, it kind of seems like they’re running out of time.
His form grew fainter and fainter, and just before it went altogether, I saw the hint of a smile, that laughing and mischievous smile I’d loved so much.
Imperfection is endearing.
We’re not doing anything until I find my sister,′ I say.
This could all be over by this time tomorrow. We find Alicia. We find Jill. Everything goes back to normal – well, whatever passes for normal with us.
For a moment, all I could think of was my cousin Peter. He was twice my age – and married. By the rules of decent, he would be the one to inherit the Rothford title if I died without children. Whenever he was in town, he’d stop by and ask how I was feeling.
I needed her heart and mind as much as her body. I needed her, and her lack caused an ache in my chest as I drifted off to sleep.
I kept wanting to sit and rest, to curl up in a ball and think of nothing else. No, no, no. The light. I had to go toward the light. That almost made me laugh out loud. It was funny, really. Like I was someone having a near-death experience. Then I did laugh. This whole night had been full of near-death experiences.
It is kind of dungeon-esque,” I murmured to her. “Who uses stone this dark for a wine cellar? I’d expect something more Tuscan.
Well, centrum means center,” said Jackie. “Permanebit is a future tense verb. ‘Remains’ is one translation. Or maybe ‘endures.’ Together it’d be something like, ‘the center will endure.’” I jerked my head up. “Hold,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “The center will hold.” Sydney’s last words. Not for Eddie, but for me.
I needed no physical object to remind me of his love. I already carried it in my heart, and it would be enough to get through this.
I’m addicted to you.
She sighed loudly. “Oh, Adrian. This is just like the time you brought home a neighbor’s puppy and seemed surprised when you found out you’d have to feed it every day.” “Hey,” I retorted. “We’ve fed this little guy plenty of times.
Most people don’t leave their mark on the world through big miracles. Some do,” she added quickly. “But sometimes the biggest impact is made by a series of small, quiet things.
Crazy’ is a term that’s used incorrectly and far too often. It’s also used with stigma and finality.” He tapped his head. “We’re all chemicals, Adrian. Our bodies, our brains. It’s a simple yet vastly sophisticated system, and every so often, something goes awry. A cell mutation. A neuron misfiring. A lack of a neurotransmitter.