I couldn't stop staring at the cave, back where Dimitri was, back where half of my soul was.

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

I thought I'd finally get to relax with Dimitri.

Immortals are, by definition, immortal. End of story.

The door opened, and we were met by a fifty-something man with a grizzled blond beard. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and a Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt. Also, he had an eye patch. "This is incredible," I heard Adrian murmur. "Beyond my wildest dreams.

Don’t take the high ground and assume you already know what you’ll do. The truth is, when it comes to someone you love, you’ll find there isn’t anything you won’t do.

All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind what can you trust?