For once, you're going to hear something that doesn't fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason.

Okay,' I said quietly. 'I'll do whatever you say. Just remember not to talk down to me. I'm not your student anymore. I'm your equal now.' He glanced away from the side of the road just long enough to give me a surprised look. 'You've always been my equal, Roza.

Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying.

I like you being the sinner you are. -Adrian Ivashkov

A different word usually came to my mind when I thought of Yeva, though it did sound a lot like “witch.

I do usually stay in the fantasy/sci-fi range, I suppose, but it has many, many subgenres that I'd love to continue exploring.

You have the patience of a saint," I grumbled, slouching into a chair. "And besides, you don't hang out with him 24/7." "Neither will you. It's only 24/6." "Same difference. It might as well be 24/10." She frowned. "That doesn't make any sense.