Rose!" I looked to my right and saw Adrian cutting across the lawn toward me, oblivious to the slush's effects on his designer shoes. "Did you just call me 'Rose'?" I asked. "And not 'little dhampir'? I don't think that's ever happened." "It happens all the time," he countered, catching up to me.

Guilt was its own prison.

You've got to take it on faith that the enemy of your enemy is your friend.

Rose is in red, But never in blue, Sharp as a thorn, Fights like one too.

Indeed. That pony collection isn’t nearly complete,” Carter mused. When I dared a look back at him, I saw that the angel was smiling at me. “You see? You aren’t lost. No matter what happens to you, you have a plan. There’s still hope.

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

No, thank you," said Adrian. "These hands don't sully themselves with fighting.