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.
Setting out around midnight, I couldn’t help shaking my head, “We’re the goddamned hottest vampire hunters ever.” I muttered.
My death will not be penciled on someone’s calendar.
I looked back and forth at them in amazement. I didn’t know if I was witnessing a fight or foreplay. I wasn’t thrilled about either option.
You see something you like?
Then, as one hand tightened on me and his other ran gently over my hair, I noticed something. He didn’t smell right.
What were good and evil, really, but stupid categories? Stupid categories that restricted people and punished or rewarded them based on how they responded to their own natures, natures they really didn’t have any way to control.
I always love it whenever Rose delivers one of her witty one-liners – particularly when it’s a completely serious situation. The contrast always amuses me, but then, I’m biased.
I had no reason to get all goofy, just because the man was too good-looking for his own good.
He’s an angel. Isn’t he supposed to love everyone, even the damned? Especially when said damned are his drinking buddies.
Promises. I was drowning in promises.
Would he have said he loved me? I would ask myself that for the rest of my life.