She was poison in a pretty bottle.

I love arguing with you, Claire. You always surprise me. And occasionally, you even make sense.

That's very rude," Myrnin said. "I haven't brought my fangs our for some time. Not in mixed company, anyway.

And without forgiveness, there is never any peace.

How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls.

Oliver . . . well. Who knew if Oliver’s problem was the disease or just a bad attitude?

Don't play his game. Play yours.