As she lifted the glittering strand of diamonds from the box, a small slip of paper fell out. She caught it as it wafted toward the floor. Four words in ancient script, an arrogantly slanted scrawl. Accept these, accept me. Well, she thought, blinking, that was certainly direct and to the point. -Adam's note to Gabrielle

Anyone worth knowing breaks once. Once. No shame, no foul if you survive it. You did.

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.

As his other hand began to slip around her waist, his body brushed against hers, and there was no mistaking the thick, hard ridge grazing her jean-clad bottom. Heavens, did that thing never subside? The rest of him might be mortal, but his immortal erection certainly didn't scan to have gotten the memo.

Jericho Barrons was my poison now.

In my experience, anybody besides your mom that feeds you is going to want something in exchange for it.

If you already know the answer, Ms. Lane, don’t waste my time. You just wasted a month of it.” -Barrons