I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

I don’t think Kitchen makes this. What’s it called again?" "Jell-O Surprise." Link grinned. "What’s the surprise?" Ridley examined the red gelatin more closely. "What they put in it.

I love her beyond the universe and back. I love her from this world to the next.

I wanted to stay this way forever. Which, it turns out, was exactly five more minutes.

There was no one color that could paint Lena Duchannes. She was a red sweater and a blue sky, a gray wind and a silver sparrow, a black curl escaping from behind her ear.

A kiss that was every bit as big and every bit as small as a kiss can be.

So either your a vampire or a perv. Which is it?