But each time you use spirit, you're more likely to go crazy.” “Already crazy about you, Sage.

Oh... Adrian, I've got one more favor to ask you. A big one." "Fondue?" he asked hopefully.

„Ma'am?“ She glanced up at me, pushing her glasses up her nose as she did. “Hmm? Oh, I remember you. Miss Melbourne.“ “Melrose,“ I corrected. “Are you sure? I could've sworn you were named after someplace in Australia.“ „Well, my first name is Sydney,“ I said, not sure if I should be encouraging her.

But each time you use spirit, you're more likely to go crazy.” “Already crazy about you, Sage.

And sometimes, if I was really, really lucky, he’d smile at me. A real smile, too—not the dry one that accompanied the sarcasm we tossed around so often. I didn’t want to admit it to anyone—not to Lissa, not even to myself—but some days, I lived for those smiles.

I can pick a lock. How do you think I got into my parents' liquor cabinet in middle school?

I said earlier that dead things don't always stay dead. Well, I'm one of them. don't worry - I'm not like the Strigoi. But I did die once (I don't recommend it).