Okay," I said, clasping her hand. "I swear it. The next time I do something stupid that might get me killed, you can come along.

I'm sorry." "Be sorry you lied," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are.

Sometimes talking to you is like talking to myself: pretty damned annoying.

It's a fact that people are afraid of what they don't understand. And most are too lazy or ignorant to find out more.

Yeah. Rose." Jill sighed and stared vacantly ahead. "She's all he sees when he closes his eyes. Flashing dark eyes and a body full of fire and energy. No matter how much he tries to forget her, no matter how much he drinks . . . she's always there. He can't escape her.

You did good Roza. Very good. Now sleep.

Bless you, daugher of man," Carter said, his eyes luminous and almost silver now. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I closed my eyes and caught my breath. His lips were both burning hot and icy cold.