It was worth it. You looked... happy.

Worry about staying alive first. Then worry about how you're going to live.

I steeled myself for the next response. I knew it was going to be one of the Zen life lessons. [...] Instead he kissed me.

If someone had asked who could stage the best intervention with a crazy woman who had formerly been an undead monster, Sydney Sage would have been my last guess.

The best jury of your peers that you’ll ever find is…well, you. Only you know what you’re capable of and what you want to be.

I figured I could read more than five pages tonight since I'd been deprived for the last couple of days. When I finished the fifteenth, I discovered I was three pages from the next chapter. Might as well end with a clean break. After I was done, I sighed and leaned back, feeling decadent and spent. Pure bliss. Books were a lot less messy than orgasms.

I decided the Alchemists needed an entire department devoted to handling Adrian Ivashkov.