The three cards were the Moon, the Empress, and the Ace of Cups. Ambrose leaned over my shoulder to peer at the cards. "Ooh,' he said. "Very interesting." Rhonda glanced up at him. "Hush. You don't know what you're talking about.

If you try to turn me against Lissa one more time the stories are going to be about you bleeding because I'll have ripped your throat out!

I didn't like having reasonable arguments thrown at me.

Don't worry, I won't bite. At least not in the way you're afraid of.

You're burned into my mind forever. There is nothing, nothing in this world that will ever change that.

...hot pink with a star done in rainbow rhinestones on the front. It was god-awful. I bought it.

I looked at you... and saw your goodness, your hope, and your faith. Those are what make you beautiful. So, so beautiful. So it was't my hair?