I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something - like, say, organization.

Oh my God," he said. "A kind word from Rose Hathaway. I can die a happy man.

You are an exceptional, talented, and brilliant young woman. Do not ever let anyone make you feel like you’re less. Do not ever let anyone make you feel invisible. Do not let anyone—not even a teacher who constantly sends you for coffee—push you around.

Abe's face came back into focus. "Greetings, Zmey," I said weakly. Somehow, him being here didn't surprise me. "Nice of you to slither on in." He shook his head, wearing a rueful smile. "I think you've outdone me when it comes to sneaking around dark corners. I thought you were on your way back to Montana." "Next time, make sure you write a few more details into your bargains. Or just pack me up and send me back to the U. S. For real." "Oh," he said, "that's exactly what I intend to do." He kept smiling as he said it, but somehow, I had a feeling he wasn't joking.

Please don’t get sentimental,” said Jerome. “It’s nauseating.

But I did die once. (I don't recommend it.)

Despite his cynical exterior, he had a good heart-and Lissa owned most of it.