Streams of melting snow.

Boys suck. Even when they have perfect blue eyes and ridiculously cool trucks. Maybe especially then.

Eyes like streams of melting snow,” she said, and it was all I could do not to roll my melting snow eyes.

The Light Queen’s voice stilled the turbulent waves of my soul, singing calm and grace to every fiber of my being. Neamh. Ah, there, I was pissed off again

What, no flirting?” I asked, trying to buy time. “Aren’t you going to at least try to be sexy? Think of all those vampire fans out there—they’d be so disappointed.” I pulled out my silver knife. Probably should have paid more attention during my knife training. “Tell you what. Let me go and I promise not to tell anyone that you aren’t suave.

You know, they say when someone keeps making excuses to say your name it means they like you.

Their smiles are lies. Most smiles are.