You are so beautiful, it hurts me sometimes. -Dimitri to Rose

Isaiah rolled his eyes. "Good God. What a noble lot. You're all Spartacus, aren't you?

If you touch me, I said pleasantly, "I'll provide you with the ability to see if you can heal yourself. Then we'd see how bad ass you really are."

Is he having a party?" "Dorian is a sociable king. He likes keeping people around him, mostly so he can mock them.

Things die. But they don't always stay dead. Believe me, I know.

Oh," he said, knocking a red ball into a hole. "It's you." "You were expecting someone else?" I asked. "Am I interrupting your social calender?" I made a big show of glancing around the empty room. "I don't want to keep you from the mob of fans beating down your door." "Hey, a guy can hope. I mean, it's not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down outside and need my help.

I lifted the lid and found a piece of bread and some water—and a rat that quickly darted off the tray. Talk about adding insult to injury.