There was a perfection to the moment that made Sienna think: Yes, this is it. This is who we're meant to be together.

An hour of your life is worth more than a thousand people to me.

There is one—how would you put it—loophole.” “Loophole? More like a giant cavern if I have wings.

Oh my God! I'm crushing an angel. Let me up!

Truth was a tool. It should never simply be said. No, it had to be bent, twisted, colored, until it became a weapon.

Sentinel meeting tonight,” Ria told her. “At Lucas's place.” “Time?” ... “Seven. Sascha's doing dinner.” “God save us all.” Sascha had decided she liked cooking. Unfortunately, cooking didn't like her back.

To be a legend, you generally had to be dead.