I didn't think my day could get any worse until my best friend told me she might be going crazy. Again.

your eyes... they're beautiful.you're beautiful." *sigh*

I think I’ve got something else to help center my life.

Dimitri: "Why did you come here?" Rose: "Because you hit me on the head and dragged me here.

I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.

I know how you guys feel about us. I'm not stupid, and believe me, I've tried to get you out of my head. But there isn't enough liquor or art or any other distraction in the world to do it. I had to stop going to Wolfe's because it was too hard being that close to you, even if it was all just pretend fighting. I couldn't stand the touching. It was agonizing because it meant something to me－and I knew it meant nothing to you. I kept telling myself to stay away altogether, and then I'd find excuses… like the car… anything to be around you again.

Christian's family lived under the shadow cast by his parents. They had purposely become Striogi, trading thier magic and mortality to become immortal and subsist on killing others. His parents were dead now, but that didn't stop people from not trusting him. They seemed to think he'd go Strigoi at any moment and take everyone else with him. His abrasiveness and dark sence of humor didn't really help things, either.