"We die," she said, "we die together. That's the deal."

I swear to God, if I get shot again, Indigo will strangle me.

My mother," he said, "has invited us to a ball." Elena pulled a blade from one of the butter-soft forearm sheaths that had been a gift from Raphael. "Excuse me while I stab myself in the eyes-and disembowel myself while I'm at it.

Nothing's ever gone. We fool ourselves that things fade, but they never do.

Mercy laughed. “You have to excuse them—boys suffer from an incurable disability.” “What?” “Testosterone.

Now a small woman, with dangerous curves. I could bite into her.

A faint smile that made every tiny hair on her body rise in quivering attention. "How fast can you run?" A wolf's question.