I don't know if you realize it or not, but your sudden devotion to her is creepy.

Love is a mistake when we're all going to die any day now.

I still dream that it was you. No matter how many times I've looked, in my dreams it's always been you who were meant to be my queen.

I'm still yours, though. That won't ever change, Shadow Girl.

Some mortals--like you--are already half in love with death. It is who you are, and I'll not make it harder on you by telling you things you don't need to know. Ask me again when you die. Then I'll tell you everything, anything, nothing.

He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago.

I was the girl in the black leather jacket with the black fingernails, picked up after school by guys with loud cars and motorcycles. I carried straight-A grades, but I had a little trouble with rules. I tended to have a bit of an authority problem.