Nothing he said could change what I think of you. I've had my mind made up about you for a long time... and it's all good.

As he looked at me, he seemed to send a message of his own: that he would still fight for me, that he would fight until he collapsed to keep them from taking me.

So that's how you're going to fix the family problem. Little Dragomirs. Good idea.

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

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

Worry about staying alive first. Then worry about how you're going to live.

Study's overrated. Just find someone smart to copy off. -Adrian to Lissa