Carter leaned toward me and brushed the hair away from the side of my face. "Don't look down then," he whispered.

It's worth it. It's worth giving up the sun and magic.

Right," I scoffed, "Alpha Yam Ergo." Adrian nodded solemnly. "A very old and prestigious society." "I've never heard of them," said the girl who'd claimed the first shirt. "They don't let many people in," he said. In white paint, he wrote his fake fraternity's initials: AYE. "Isn't that what pirates say?" asked one of the girls. "Well, the Alpha Yams have nautical origins," he explained. To my horror he began painting a pirate skeleton riding a motorcycle. "Oh, no," I groaned. "Not the tattoo." "It's our logo," he said.

Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass.

Yes, Roza. I did want you. I still do. I wish... we could be together. -Dimitri to Rose on their relationship

Kill me, Doug. Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery.” “Christ, Kincaid, what did you say to him?” murmured Doug. “Well,” I told Doug, “I ripped on his fans and on how long it takes for his books to come out.” Doug stared at me, his expectations exceeded. “Then I said—not knowing who he was—that I’d be Seth Mortensen’s love slave in exchange for advanced copies of his books.

Have you ever wanted to put on a Santa suit?" "I have always wanted to do that," said Carter gravely.