Rose was so full of life and passion that sometimes she seemed more human than I was.
As much as I hated to admit it, I kind of looked forward to seeing him. It made no sense, but something about his infuriating nature made me forget about my other worries. Weirdly, I felt like I could relax around him.
Sydney spent a lot of time on my bed these days. Unfortunately, it wasn’t with me.
Moroi shied from the sunlight but as I watched Sydney, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun.
Despite his cynical exterior, he had a good heart-and Lissa owned most of it.
Me? I didn’t believe in hopeless.
Adrian: I can visit people in their dreams. Christian: Stop. I can feel there is a comment coming on about how women already dream about you. I just ate, you know.
You guys are so caught up in your polished images and your passive-aggressive comments that no one ever comes right out and says anything. Well, I’m going to.
You and I have never liked each other, Rose. If I’ve got to kill someone, it might as well be you.
Dimitri seemed like the kind of guy you could throw into the wilderness and he would survive off anything.
If someone had asked who could stage the best intervention with a crazy woman who had formerly been an undead monster, Sydney Sage would have been my last guess.
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 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.