Escape plan #5: Open an alpaca ranch in Texas, one that requires all blond-haired, brown-eyed, brainy girls to wear sexy cowgirl outfits.

Abe glanced at Rose. "You see that?" he said. "Now that's devotion." She rolled her eyes at him.

Rose once told me about this poem she’d read. There was this line, ‘If your eyes weren’t open, you wouldn’t know the difference between dreaming and waking.’ You know what I’m afraid of? That someday, even with my eyes open, I still won’t know.

I wanted to bring Lissa back, and I wanted to return to Adrian's arms again, return to his lips and all this life... "Hathaway! Good God, do I have to hose you down?

I decided the Alchemists needed an entire department devoted to handling Adrian Ivashkov.

As long as we’re together, that’s how we’ll be. No trembling. No faltering. We’re unstoppable.

Would he have said he loved me? I would ask myself that for the rest of my life.