No problem, Goth Boy. First one's free.

Some of the djamphir are so pretty it almost hurts to look at them. And it was hard to look without feeling rumpled and messy in comparison.

Better to be strong than pretty and useless.

Okay. I'll deal with Benjamin. You're safe, okay? Nothing's gonna happen." His mouth pulled tight against itself. And now I was having some sort of heart attack. Because when he looked at me like that, my chest started to feel like it was turned inside out. "Promise." And that—the promise, the way he said it with utter certainty—was enough to make me tear up again.

The end of a gun looks very big and very back when it's staring you in the face.

I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.

And you know, I believed him. What girl wouldn't?