I never knew I had the power to hurt him, only that he possessed the power to hurt me.
I'm not sick, Deuce. You don't know your own charm." My charm? I hadn't been aware I had any. It must be the dress, I thought.
Did he die well?" No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.
It’s what you do that counts, not what you consider doing.
He is not the same person as when we met, but . . . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever.
A curve of silver hung amid the brighter specks; it looked to me like a curved dagger, pretty but deadly, as if it might slice the sky in two.