I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn;t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal.

Whereas Angeline's antics made me want to pull out my hair sometimes, Trey found them endearing.

Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go.

It was the most convulted, ridiculous piece of logic I'd heard in awhile... It was something I would have come up with.

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

Mark glanced at his watch and sighed. "Look, I have to go, but I'm serious, Rose. Stay here. Stay out of trouble. Fight Strigoi if they come to you, but don't go seeking them blindly. And definitely leave the ghosts alone. " It was a lot of advice to get in a grocery store, a lot of advice I wasn't sure I could follow.

When you've got everything you need, why complicate it?