I had a standing arrangement with God: I'd agree to believe in him—barely—so long as he let me sleep in on Sundays.

Blake smiled radiantly. ʺMay I call you Vasilisa?ʺ ʺYou can call me Lissa.ʺ ʺYou can also,ʺ added Christian, ʺlet go of her hand now.

Speaking of Sonya...I was thinking of something earlier. Something Wolfe said." "Why, Adrian. Were you paying attention after all?" "Don't start,Sage," he warned.(p 211)

How do you know it was the blighted pile? Did you recognize Maiwenn’s gift?” “No, but there was a marble bust of Dorian in there, which I figured must have been his kingdom’s ‘humble’ gift.

I didn't think my day could get any worse until my best friend told me she might be going crazy. Again.

Don't beat yourself up over what you could have or should have done. The past is gone. Move on to the future.

Which is weird. But not the craziest thing I can think of Rose doing.ʺ I appreciated the support.