I've heard that the soul often recognizes truth when it hears it, even if the mind does not.

Happy Birthday." Adrian came to a sudden halt. The words were soft and small, spoken tentatively, but easily discerned by vampire ears. Slowly, he turned around and found Jill Mastrano standing shyly before him.

I’d mentioned this odd wardrobe choice to Adrian a couple of weeks ago: “Isn’t Dimitri hot?” Adrian’s response hadn’t been entirely unexpected: “Well, yeah, according to most women, at least.

You and I have never liked each other, Rose. If I’ve got to kill someone, it might as well be you.

Even when I was dizzy with vodka, that smile never failed to make my heart speed up.

It had to be one of the weirdest things in the universe that Lissa had never come close to suspecting my feelings for Dimitri but that Adrian had figured it out.

I can be a good friend, or a bad enemy.