I know how devastated you must be to miss me, but leave a message, and I'll try to ease your agony
I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists?
Do you want me to call you Celery Stick instead of Cupcake or Honey-Pie? It just doesn’t inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings.
Stop bitching and try again.
It wasn't the kind of touch that said, Hey, I've got a plan, so hang in there because we're going to get out of this. It was more like the kind of touch that simply said, You aren't alone. It was really the only thing he could offer. And in that moment, it was enough.
ʺWe need someone to get the roomʹs attention,ʺ I said. ʺSomeone not afraid to make a spectacle—I mean, besides me, of course.ʺ
It was something of a mystery how a couple of teenage girls had managed to escape detection for two years, especially when one of them was a privileged Moroi princess and the other a delinquent dhampir with a disciplinary file so long that it broke school records.
Do you think I'm pretty? I think you're beautiful Beautiful? You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes.
I haven’t even really tried to win you over, Roza. When I want to, I can be very persuasive.
You will lose what you value most, so treasure it while you can.
You're better than this. Better than whatever it is you're going to do now.
Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.
He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew.
And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.
There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.
There was a look of woe on his face that was almost comical. Raids, bullets, criminals...no problem. A missing duster? Crisis.
Slushes. Do you know how much I love those? Cherry, especially.
I'm telling you, I wanted to. But I was trapped. You of all people should know what it's like being caught between groups
Different time, different place,” I said. “Things can change. People can change.
You were totally unprepared for her.” “That's for damned sure.
Bless you, daugher of man.
My mind... It's who I am. I think I'd rather suffer any other injury in the world than have my mind tampered with.
I was so tired of being told reasonable, practical things whenever something went wrong with my life.
Keeping love buried was a lot like jeeping anger pent up, I'd learned. It just ate you up insides until you wanted to scream or kick something.
But to be able to kiss someone you love when you're fully and completely in control of yourself and know who you are...it's exquisite. How we love others is affected by how we love ourselves.
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