Also, I didn’t trust any guy who used more styling products than I did.

He anxiously touched his hair. "I think my hair gel's frozen.

It occurred to me that I was standing face to face with the hero of a love story nearly as dramatic as my own.

Don't worry, little dhampir. You might be surrounded by clouds, but you'll always be like sunshine to me.

... imperfection would get me farther than perfection.

But what I found most interesting was that Aaron had apparently found a way to pass the time without her. Beside him, holding his hand, was a Moroi girl who looked about eleven but had to be older, unless he'd become a pedophile during our absence.

Then it's settled," I said. "We'll do a dream conference call." That love and rapture faltered. "Wait. How is it settled? How did we go from me declaring my love for you to me being okay with a dream?" "It's Adrian Ivashkov logic. Don't try to understand it. Just roll with it.