Just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let the matter drop." "What?" "What I said. Just say, 'Rai, I don't love you and I never will'. It's that simple." "Raisa, this is getting us nowhere." "Say it!

You didn't have to go to the fireworks with him. Or - or let him fondle you." "Fondle?" Raisa raised her eyebrows, "When did I mention fondling?

Jason settled back on the bench. 'I hate to break this to you, but as a rule, wizards are nasty people. They're powerful, capricious, ruthless, egotistical, used to getting their own way. That's being kind.

The time will come when you will be forced to make a choice,” Hanalea said. “When that time comes, choose love.

Hope is a dangerous thing, Raisa thought. Once kindled, it's hard to put out. It makes wise people into fools.

He expects nothing, she thought, because he's never had anything. And nothing was expected of him. He was free in a way she never would be.

You couldn’t keep your mouth shut? I’m calling you Glitterhair from now on. Or Talksalot.