You're burned into my mind forever. There is nothing, nothing in this world that will ever change that." And it was memories like that that made it so hard to comprehend this quest to kill him, even if he was a Strigoi. Yet...at the same time I had to destroy him. I needed to remember him as the man who'd loved me and held me in bed. I needed to remember that that man would not want to stay a monster.

I hadn't gotten far when I ran into Mason. Good God. Men everywhere.

What are you, Rose Hathaway? Are you real? You're a dream within a dream. I'm afraid touching you will make me wake up. You'll disappear.

You can live a lifetime in two years.

(Men without ambition are boring) And that attitude, mistress, is why the females of your kind continue to struggle for equality. And why they continue to fail.

It was a nephilim.” “A nephi-what?” asked Hugh, startled. “Isn’t that a character on Sesame Street?” Peter spoke up for the first time.

You're a Dhampir," I breathed. "So are you." he teased. "Yeah, but I just thought—" "That I was human? Because of the bite marks?" "Yeah." I admitted, No point in lying. "We all have to survive," he said "And dhamphirs are good at figuring ways out to.