He's an angel. Isn't he supposed to love everyone, even the damned? Especially when said damned are his drinking buddies.

The book's always better than the movie.

Jill was tall and slim, like most Moroi. With that figure came a modest chest. Angeline's chest...was not so modest.

Love doesn’t stop people from betraying each other

I lost track of day and night too. My time was divided into Dimitri and not-Dimitri. He was my world. When he wasn't there, the moments were agony.

I can't wait until this show gets on the road," he said. "You and me are going to have so much fun, Rose. Picking out curtains, doing each other's hair, telling ghost stories..." The reference to "ghost stories" hit a little closer to home than I was comfortable with. Not that choosing curtains or brushing Christian's hair was much more appealing.

And hey, if I keep loving you, maybe you'll eventually crack and love me too.