Hannah leaned against the wall. "Mind if I call shotgun?" Since you're carrying one? Feel free.

I stopped in the full force of a patch of sunlight in the lobby window and let my skin soak up the energy. I hadn’t realized I needed it until it reached inside and stilled me in a way that only David’s touch had been able to achieve. “Why does that feel so good?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because we’ve been shut in a room for days.” “Like calls to like,” he said. “You’re made of fire now.” “So I’m going to feel like this every time I pass an open flame? Great. Firegasm.

In any group of people, no matter how hard-assed they might appear, there’s always a geek.

I’m saying a prayer. Maybe you ought to, too. It’s going to take us a miracle to get through this.” Whether he was serious or not, Claire sent the prayer up toward heaven, and she thought the others did, too. So it seemed kind of miraculous when the doorbell rang. “At least they’re getting more polite when they try to kill us,” Shane said.

I'm still alive. And I'm still fabulous.

Myrnin, drive carefully. Understand?" "Of course." He didn't.

I am sorry my decisions do not meet with your approval, but nevertheless, they are mine, and the consequences are also mine.