What black eyes you have…” “All the better to devour you with.

You’re supposed to stare at me like I’m a devil, not a god.”Wittier words actually come to me, my face lighting before I say, “I think you’ve always been both.

Life can be hard sometimes,” I say. “My mom and dad taught me that when you're not sure if you can keep going, you just need to take it one day at a time, one step at a time. Can you do that for me?

He's thinking about sex. I'm thinking about sex. We're all thinking about sex here.

I am my biggest cheerleader. Always have been. Probably always will be.

I notice Rose, dressed in a silk black robe, by the coffee pot. She tries to fix the machine, but Connor whispers to her too, drawing her away from the broken thing. With fire beneath her yellow-green gaze, Rose looks just as unaltered by the years. Just as fucking immortal. Just as enduring. Is it surprising—that they’d be equal in this measure too? It never has been to me. As I pass them to the side door, I see their spouse’s names on their lips. Richard. Rose. War and love is in their eyes

It’s like abusing a kid that’s been shit on his whole life. I’m not going to add to those bruises.

Would you like a glass or are you still being obnoxious?

My mom was Sara Hale.My dad was Jonathan Hale.I was no one’s son.

You girls need to work on your fucking happy noises,” Ryke says angrily. “They shouldn’t sound like someone is being assaulted.