What were you thinking?" I demanded once we were moving to the music. I was trying to ignore his hands. "Do you know how much trouble you may have gotten me in?" Adrian grinned. "Nah. They all feel bad for you. You'll achieve martyrdom after dancing with a mean, wicked vampire. Job security with the Alchemists.

So much grief, so much anger. So unlike the usual Adrian.

I saw endless depths of brown, the depths I'd fallen into so many times. No red rings. Dimitri...was not a Strigoi. And he was weeping.

Ooh. Top secret angel business, huh? What’re you going to do? Dance on a pinhead? Lobby for National Cute Puppy Day?

We all have moments of weakness. It’s how we recover from them that really counts.

How do you say goodbye to someone who isn't exactly gone.

How come all the harmless people were so lame? Maybe that was the definition of safe.