Why is it”—she shivered as he kissed the top of her spine, went lower—“that I always end up naked while you remain dressed?” A husky masculine chuckle, his lips moving over her shoulder, his hands on her hips. “Because I'm a smart man.

You’d make an enemy out of me over a human?” The word “human” might as well have been “rodent.

Some wounds should be healed, no matter how much time has passed or how much time is left.

When you want something so bad it hurts,” he said quietly, “and you bury it, bury it so deep that you convince yourself it no longer matters . . . and someone tells you you can have it, it's terrifying. What if you take the chance and you're wrong? What if you let yourself feel the loss and it's this huge pain and you can't put it back in the box?

Take care of my heart won't you, Sophie? It's a little odd having it outside my body-but I'm planning to steal yours to make up for it.

A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.

I don’t want to lose my memories. Don’t make me forget. I would rather die as Elena, than live as a shadow.