Look, I hate good-byes, too. But sometimes, we need them just to survive.

Happy birthday,” she said. “And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.

I don’t see a way in,” Eve whispered. Why are you whispering?” Myrnin whispered back. “Vampires can hear us, anyway.

Fire is always ready to burn the hand it warms.

It's a sad day when Myrnin is the safe choice, she thought. Apparently, he thought so, too, because he gave her a long, troubled look before pressing his thumb to a glass plate inside the room and opening the door.

I'm a science nerd! Not a cheerleader. - Claire Danvers

Survival," I said softly. "It's selfish, and it's dark, and we've always been a species willing to do anything to satisfy our needs. Individuals have morals. Mobs have appetites.