Wasn't it time she risked getting hurt again, instead of just accepting the numbness of never letting anyone in?

Brush teeth. Wash hair. Rule undead world with an iron fist.

Killing your rival doesn’t guarantee happiness. Sometimes it ruins any chance you have of it instead. Memories of dead men hold far more power than the annoyances of living ones.

You should be afraid. Very afraid. Before, I told you if you wanted to end things between us, I would let you go, but, Leila"--his voice deepened--"I lied.

It hurts to much to be close to you, but continually pushed away.

Whoever said ignorance was bliss was shortsighted.

His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was way too many and a thousand never enough.