Considering Adrian had once gotten bored while reading while reading a particularly long menu, I had a hard time imagining he'd read the Hugo book in any language.

Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?" "Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty.

Call me crazy for asking this, but, um, are Lissa and I going with you?" "No" "No?" "No.

Sydney: Ever had that happen? Once you can’t have something, you want it that much more.” Adrian: “Yes. It happens all the time.

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

I’m a succubus.” He shook his head. “No, you aren’t.” “Yes, I am.” “You aren’t.” I was a bit surprised to be having this conversation. “I am too.” “No. Succubi are flame-eyed and bat-winged. Everyone knows that. They don’t wear jeans and sweaters.

I loved you and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me.