I’m gross. Look at me – getting all sloppy in front of my mortal enemy. Unexecutable. Inexhaustible. Un…un…under the sea.

Love doesn't take. It gives. She's given the wolf her trust. And the wolf will give her Varia in return.

As much as I hate to admit it, you did good work today," Yorl says in the doorway."Aw, I appreciate you, too." I reach to bop his black nose, but he lifts his chin out of the way."Don't."I stamp my foot. "Why does everyone in this city hate fun?""Do you think a stranger sticking their fingers up your nose is fun?""Up your nose? Gross. I was just going to tap it. Who's been trying to stick their fingers up your nose?""The human children," he grumbles. "Every chance they get.

This world has seen enough suffering. I have seen enough suffering. And I do not wish it on anyone else.

Don't," she says. "Don't come back. You have no friends here.""Except you."Her steady gaze quavers, hazel on my blue, sadness on my sadness."I am not a friend," she corrects. "I am a home." Her words are arrows, the warm sort, and I let them pierce me, one after the wonderful other. Her grip intensifies. "You will always have a home with me, Zera.

In vetrisian court customs, one does not embrace. Unless one is family. I run, unthinkingly--scrabbling over the pile, bricks and wood flying, my arms reaching for her through the swirling dust.And she catches me, hands and all.Scarred neck and all.Smile and all.

Hope is hard to hold on to without cutting yourself on it, so I try not to hold on too tight.

Imagine having sex with a vampire.”“Imagine going to church and praying to your lord and savior," I offer.

I want you, Isis. Not as a friend. Not as an enemy. But as the most beautiful girl I've ever known.

Flash ‘em the sass before you flash ‘em the ass.