Once upon a time, I tried to have dinner with my best friend, and the apocalypse happened.
Much to my dismay—and that rang clear in the irritably flat tone of his voice—I find I have a sudden taste for stubborn, lithe brunettes with horrible fashion sense.
Maybe the kind of guy worth your time is the kind of guy who's there from the beginning. Who wants you from the beginning.
Like they say, you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone.
Life was a smorgasbord!
Late-night prejudice was apparently exhausting.
I’m an asset, I said remorsefully. If he gets pissed, it’s because you’ve endangered his weapon. Merit, if you really believe that, I have been giving you way too much credit. His expression was serio...
It's either food or blood, Ethan.And given thats it's just me and you in this car right now, food would be considerably less complicated, don't you think?
In case you’ve forgotten, Ethan Sullivan trained me. And in case you didn’t know, Catcher Bell schooled me in sword craft. I was raised on ‘difficult to work with.
Immortality affords you the opportunity to witness history in the making. Humanity's triumphs and its cruelties, both. It is both a high price to pay and a priceless gift, to carry the weight of that...
I'd heard someone say that bravery was doing the thing you were afraid to do, despite your fear. If that was true I was the bravest person I knew
I wouldn’t let you leave the House if I didn’t—there’s too much at stake. At stake. Ha-ha. At his frown, I winced. Sorry. I kid when I’m nervous.
I wasn’t sure whether he was a grad student, poet, actor, stripper, or brilliant combination of all those things. But the man knew Lord Byron, and he knew words. He knew the rise and fall of sentences...
I tried to lighten the mood, and pointed at the house shoes - the last things I'd have expected to see Catcher Bell wearing. And the shoes? I asked with a grin.My house, my rules. These shoes happen t...
I swear to God, the sups in this city could have their own reality show.
I arched an eyebrow at her.She made an awful sound. God, you're already Mrs. Sullivan.
I am, apparently, Darth Sullivan, he said, lifting a corner of bread to stuff the tomato back in. I understand that building things, Death Stars or otherwise, isn't my particular strength.
His eyes widended again, then flicked to something behind me. He shook his head, looked back at me. His voice low, intimate, insistent. Come back from this, Merit. You don't want to fight me.I do, I h...
He turned on his heel and began down the hall, then called back, And we’ll need to chat about your running off campus and into the arms of shifters without so much as a telephone call. Sometimes, he w...
He stopped me with his hand at my jaw, thumb against my chin. Sometimes, people must adapt. Immortality doesn’t make the things we love less important; it means we must learn to treasure them.Protect...