You’ll have to be my conscience.” He knew his flaws, and he knew the parts of him that were irrevocably broken. “Mine isn’t going to grow back.

You’ll hate me,” she said, her arms locked around him because she couldn’t not hold him when he was close. “One day, you’ll hate me.” It was the thing she most feared. Hand fisting in her hair, he pressed his forehead to her own, his eyes night-glow in the dark. “I will love you until the day they put me in the earth.

Say what you would about the dietary requirements, vampirism sure did do great things for the skin and body.

Fathers and mothers,” she found herself saying, “leave their mark, no matter if we’ve known them a lifetime or only a day.

I'm the hunter," Elena reminded him. "I should go first." "Of course you may go first. When I am dead.

He didn't know what else to do, how to comfort her, so he simply held her, held the only person in the world who had ever cried for him

You trying to make me crazy?” “Everyone needs a hobby.