186 Quotes About Rose-hathaway

I sprintedpast the onlookers without a backward glance, taking the stairs two at a time. I shut myself off toLissa’s feelings as I walked down her hall. It seemed silly, but I wanted to be surprised. I just wantedto open my eyes and see her in person, with no warnings as to how she was feeling or what she wasthinking.

Well, well, well," I said. "If it isn't the people responsible for unleashing Rose Hathaway on the world. You've got a lot to answer for.

Come on,"he said, gesturing toward the exit. "let's take a walk.""Where?""It doesn't matter. We just need you calmed down or you'll be in no shape to fight.""Yeah? Are you afraid of my possibly insane dark side coming out?""No, I'm afraid of your normal Rose Hathaway side coming out, the one that isn't afraid to jump in without thinking when she believes something is right."I gave him a dry look. "Is there are a difference?""Yes. The second one scares me.

I eyed Dimitri, recalling a shadow in my periphery back in the ballroom. "You followed when I jumped in front of Lissa, didn't you? Who were you going for? Me or her?"He studied me for several long seconds. He could have lied. He could have given the easy answer by saying he'd intended to push both of us out of the way-if that was even possible, which I didn't recall. But Dimitri didn't lie. "I don't know, Roza. I don't know.

His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.

Did you follow me from the party?""Yes""I didn't even know you were there." His dark clothes indicated he must have been on guardian duty at the party. "So you saw the illustrious Janine cause a commotion by dragging me out.""It wasn't a commotion. Hardly anyone noticed. I saw because I was watching you.

Lissa and I had been best friends ever since kindergarden, when our teacher had paired us together for writing lessons. Forcing five-year-olds to spell "Vasilisa Dragomir" and "Rosemarie Hathaway" was beyond cruel and we'd -or rather, I'd- responded appropriately. I'd chucked my book at our teacher and called her a fascist bastard. I hadn't known what those words meant, but I'd known how to hit a moving target.

His warmth was all around me, as was his love, and again, I felt that completeness. I had that missing piece of my word back. The soul that complemented mine. My match. My equal. Not only that, I had my life back -my own life. I would protect Lissa, I would serve, but I was finally my own person.

Dimitri seemed like the kind of guy you could throw into the wilderness and he would survive off anything.