We cannot road trip to Paris.
I bet you never thought the hardest part of finding your ’savior? would be getting her mom to let her stay out past curfew.
I always love seeing what worries you. Strigoi? No. Questionable food? Yes.
You can live a lifetime in two years.
Honor, I thought. For real: the guardians should have taught it. Because I hadn’t learned it.
So much grief, so much anger. So unlike the usual Adrian.
Why not the Bahamas? Or the Corn Palace?
Yeah, that’s exactly what I want. To help my girlfriend get her old boyfriend back.
Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying.
The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time.
My cigarettes and I are going outside. At least they show me respect.
Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.
Dmitri was in my arms.
Having your own, um, cave at eighteen is pretty cool.
I hoped Lissa remained the only one with a surprise sibling.
It was like having a genie. I’d only get so many wishes.
That memory made a lump form in my throat as I remembered his face, serious and gorgeous, those brown eyes intense and passionate as he spoke up for me and convinced the others of my value.
Maybe under all that guilt and certainty that he couldn’t love again, he still wanted me. I would have liked to have found out. But I didn’t have the time. Instead, I punched him.
I have it on good authority that Victor’s going to have car trouble. Also that Robert really likes Cheerios, so if you want some, you’re out of luck. He doesn’t seem like the sharing type.
You’re beautiful, Roza. So beautiful it hurts me.