True love was forever lost. The prince was never coming back to kiss me awake from my enchanted sleep. I was not a princess, after all. So what was the fairy-tale protocol for other kisses? The mundane kind that didn't break any spells? Maybe it would be easy - like holding his hand or having his arms around me. Maybe it would feel nice. Maybe it wouldn't fell like a betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself.

I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.

One of the many hazards of socializing with vampires. It makes you smell bad. A minor hazard, comparatively.

It never made sense for you to love me.

You're not like anyone I've ever known. You fascinate me.

I couldn’t get the words exactly right; I only remembered wishing that Jacob were my brother so that we could love each other without any confusion or pain.

I was stronger than Edward. I'd made him say ow.