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

But I’m just going to be out there having a tea party with her cats or whatever it is she has in mind." Adrian

Turning away, I stared at the long road winding off ahead of me. I sighed. This trip might take awhile. "Then start walking, Rose," I muttered to myself. I set off, off to kill the man I loved.

All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind what can you trust?

Conversation was irrelevant. Only pie mattered.

You and I aren't friends either.

Despite his cynical exterior, he had a good heart-and Lissa owned most of it.