Memories did one no good, not when one knew the truth in the present

Truth is brighter than Light Falsehood darker than night Revenge is keener than Axe and Love is softer than melting wax

Having rock-star problems may be the closest I ever get to being an actual rock star.

Or perhaps this hostility of yours is the pretense. Love does make liars out of your kind.

Ragnor looked very regretful about all the choices that had led him to his being in this place and especially in this company

And what about us? Do you want a vampire boyfriend?" He laughed bitterly. "Because I forsee many romantic picnics in our future. You, drinking a virgin piña colada. Me, drinking the blood of a virgin.

And then she said nothing else, for Henry put his arms around her and kissed her. Kissed her in such a way that she no longer felt plain, or conscious of her hair or the ink spot on her dress or anything but Henry, whom she had always loved. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks, and when he drew away, he touched her wet face wonderingly. "Really," he said. "You love me, too, Lottie?