My mind’s screaming went unvoiced. Logic grabbed the panic and wrestled it to the ground.

Yelena, you've driven me crazy. You've caused me considerable trouble and I've contemplated ending your life twice since I've known you." Valek's warm breath in my ear sent a shiver down my spine. "But you’ve slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart.” “That sounds more like a poison than a person,” was all I could say. His confession had both shocked and thrilled me. “Exactly,” Valek replied. “You have poisoned me.

I'd wish you luck, but I don't think it would help," "Why not?" "My lady, you make your own luck.

Yalena: Could you always open your door? Kiki: Yes. Fence, too. Yalena Why don't you? Kiki: Hay sweet. Fresh water. Peppermints.

Sorry. An overdeveloped nurturing instinct comes with being a healer.

There are certain people I trust no matter what. Even when it seems like they've turned into monsters, you need to stay true to them. Because, in the end, they'll be the ones backing you up.

Poisoned, pursued and living with a psychopath. Not what I would consider the good life. Death has its perks.