Come near me and I'll rip your wings off and beat you with them.

There’s an us?” “As far as I’m concerned…” He leaned forward, his mouth inches from mine, and my pulse spiked. “There’s nothing but us.

I liked that about her. I liked how laid back she was, when she wasn’t trying to stab me.

His safety was more important than anything to me. Even if he would never know enough to understand that.

Unfortunately, unless the job description included a translation of the prologue of The Canterbury Tales, I was dreadfully under-qualified.

Now if you’ll excuse me, Death waits for no man. Except me.

It's kind of like when a clock battery runs down. The hour and minute hands don't disappear, but they don't keep ticking either. They freeze on the last minute they measured.