Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.

How do you say goodbye to someone who isn't exactly gone.

I've heard a lot about you, Rose. Don't worry. It was all good." "No, it wasn't.

Come on,"he said, gesturing toward the exit. "let's take a walk." "Where?" "It doesn't matter. We just need you calmed down or you'll be in no shape to fight." "Yeah? Are you afraid of my possibly insane dark side coming out?" "No, I'm afraid of your normal Rose Hathaway side coming out, the one that isn't afraid to jump in without thinking when she believes something is right." I gave him a dry look. "Is there are a difference?" "Yes. The second one scares me.

I found the candles—atrocious air freshening ones that smelled like fake pine.

I left the clinic in a daze that had nothing to do with my head injury. Clear up in a week or so? How could Dr. Olendzki speak so lightly about this? I was going to look like a mutant for Christmas and most of the ski trip. I had a black eye. A freaking black eye. And my mother had given it to me.

Too bad you got so bogged down in books. You've got the spirit of a warrior.