As far as we know, everyone’s right— Strigoi don’t want to hang out in Palm Springs.” Eddie became about one percent less tense.

‎Keep your love, I have no use for it anymore.

So far I’m not seeing a lot of difference between me and a carnival con-man.

Trey scoffed. "Between you and me, Brayden's probably the last guy in the world you have to worry about. I think he's as clueless as you are. If I didn't care about your virtue so much, I'd actually probably give him a lecture on 'how' to try something." -Trey, pg. 70

He shouldn't have said that," repeated Adrian, eerily serious. He leaned his face toward mine. "I don't care if he's not the emotional type or the complimentary type or what. No one can look at you in this dress, in all that fire and gold, and start talking about anachronisms. If I were him, I would have said, 'You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth.

You can't save everyone, though God knows you try.

It was worth it. You looked... happy.