Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I’ll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack of Strigoi tonight. I mean, trapping that one between the doors really shouldn't have worked, so clearly you're on board. Let me get out of here, and I’ll...I don’t know. Donate Adrian’s money to the poor. Get baptized. Join a convent. Well, no. Not that last one.

Mmm. O positive, my favorite.

Nice blouse, Sage,” Adrian told me, deadpan. “It really brings out the khaki in your pants.

Did you know that it's a lot harder to put organs back in the body than it is to get them out?

I need you,ʺ said Lissa. ʺI hear that from women a lot,ʺ said Adrian.

You've got to take it on faith that the enemy of your enemy is your friend.

Look, Rose. You don't have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You already got me.