Jill was tall and slim, like most Moroi. With that figure came a modest chest. Angeline's chest...was not so modest.

Sunshine had never tasted so sweet as it did at that moment.

It’s Adrian Ivashkov logic. Don’t try to understand it. Just roll with it.

Look, Sage. I don't know much about chemistry or computer hacking or photosynthery, but this is something I've got a lot of experience with." I think he mean photosynthesis, but I didn't correct him. "Use my knowledge. Don't let it go to waste.

Good God. Men everywhere.

It’s easy to want peace and love in hypothetical situations—then reality sets in, and sometimes we have to do what’s ugly.

He watched as I slipped one of the shoes on. "You have a guardian angel." "I don't believe in angels," I told him. "I believe in what I can do for myself." Well then, you have an amazing body." I glanced up at him with a questioning look. "For healing, I mean. I heard about the accident.