Sydney might not be an expert in personal relationships but puzzles were familiar territory.
His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man’s neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.
I loved you and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me.
You destroy my life then feed me inspirational philosophy.
Sage, aren’t you guys supposed to have uniforms? This looks like what you usually wear.
Sydney: I like Latin. It’s fun. Eddie: I can’t believe you think we’re the strange ones.
I thought Alchemists avoided alcohol the same way they do primary colors.
Never thought my biggest cheerleader would be someone who thought I was evil and unnatural.
You’re a terrible liar, Sage, but I’m still touched you’d attempt it for my sake. A for effort.
You’re a solid person, Sage. You’re easy on the eyes, if a little skinny, and your ability to memorize useless information is going to totally hook in some guy.
Adrian: I find prostitutes vastly important. Nathan Ivashkov: Well. How refreshing to see that things haven’t changed.
Are you some kind of mutant human? Like a fire user? And I use mutant as a compliment, you know. I wouldn’t think less of you.
I saw him because I see everything. Easy when no one notices you.
Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing – you know – romantic type, um, things –.
He smiled, and it lit up his whole face.
Oh, and I’m also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while you’re in St. Louis.
Okay, but if you try to get me to pray with you, I walk.
Staring into the mirror, I was surprised to see a haunted look in my brown eyes. There was pain there, pain and loss that even the nicest dress and makeup couldn’t hide.
My boyfriend was insanely sexy, vampire or not, and I couldn’t keep my hands off him.
She might be unarmed, but Rose Hathaway was in possession of many weapons.