Life, unfortunately, doesn't seem to care what we want.

Oh God," I said. "I'm Zmey's daughter. Zmey junior. Zmeyette, even.

I don't suppose you offered to help?" "Sage," Adrian declared. "These hands don't do manual labor." He knocked another ball into a hole. "You want to play?" "What? With you?" "No, with Clarence." He sighed at my dumbfounded look. "Yes, of course with me.

Abe glanced at Rose. "You see that?" he said. "Now that's devotion." She rolled her eyes at him.

Adrian ordered a martini, earning disapproving looks from his father and me. "It's barely noon," said Nathan. "I know," said Adrian. "I'm surprised I held out that long too.

Jill was tall and slim, like most Moroi. With that figure came a modest chest. Angeline's chest...was not so modest.

In the real world, you can make your own miracles.