He's never going to sit at my feet and write me poems, which is good because I hate poetry, except dirty ones that rhyme.

Because I love you.' It was easy to say it this time now that I understood what it meant. Then I quoted his own words back to him. 'Not just when it's easy. All the time.

I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.

If there had been another female for him since we arrived in Salvation, I needed to cut off all her hair and beat her half to death. The strength of that impulse scared me, and I took a step back. Deuce the girl was every bit as vicious as the Huntress, it seemed

I so enjoy it when people assume I'm stupid." "Not that, just very focused on killing.

If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.

I think people can be trusted to know what makes them unhappy. Maybe we don't always know what we want exactly, but we can usually say what we don't with a fair amount of specificity.