I thought Alchemists avoided alcohol the same way they do primary colors.

Because it's simple, I love you, and I don't want to keep pretending like I don't. -Rose to Dimitri

Brayden met my eyes. His were hazel, almost like Eddie’s but with a little green. Not as much green as Adrian’s, of course. No one’s eyes were that amazingly green.

You can't," I murmured, swallowing the tears back with great effort. "You can't keep saving me, can't keep trying to. It's too late." "No," he said. His heart was in his eyes, and it was ripping mine apart. "Not for you. Never.

That's the great thing about being a writer. You dream up amazing questions... and then dream up even more amazing answers.

Maybe you don't need beauty sleep, but some of us aren't so lucky.

You will lose what you value most... It hadn't been me that Rhonda was talking about. It hadn't even been Dimitri's life. What you value most. It had been his soul.