That’s pretty hot,” he said.”Punching me in the eye?””Well, no. Of course not. I meant the idea of getting rough with you is hot. I’m a big fan of full-contact sports.””I’m sure you are.

…it was not considered right for a man not to drink, although drink was a dangerous thing. On the contrary, not to drink would have been thought a mark of cowardice and of incapacity for...

Well he didn’t treat my mother very well. He did some horrible things.””Like…” I hesitated. “Blood-whore things?””Like beating-her-up kinds of things” he replied flatly.”Oh God,” I said “That’s horrible. And she…she just let it happen?””She...

Sorry, there’s just not enough mead to go around.

It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. You can let go of the sword.””I can’t. I can’t leave him alone. I have to protect him.””You have.

Beguildy looked at me over the rim of a great measure of mead. ‘Saddle your dreams afore you ride ’em, my wench,’ he said.

Sweat isn’t a bad thing,” he said, leaning his head against the wall thoughtfully. “Some of the best things in life happen while your sweating. Yeah, if you get too much of it and it...

So…Mason, Eddie, and Mia went to Spokane to hunt Strigoi?””Yes.””Holy shit. Why didn’t you go with them? Seems like something you’d do.”I resisted the urge to smack him. “Because I’m not insane! But I’m going...

Guardian Belikov is the princess’s guardian now,” said Kirova, “Her sanctioned guardian.””You got cheap foreign labour to protect Lissa?

The only thing better than imagining Dimitri carrying me in his arms was imagining him shirtless while carrying me in his arms.

Call me crazy for asking this, but, um, are Lissa and I going with you?””No””No?””No.

what’s your name?”what?” i asked, squinting at the light.your name.” I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me.you know my name.”I want you to tell me.”Rose. Rose Hathaway.”Do you know your birthday?”Of course I do. Why...

Roza.” His voice had that same wonderful lowness, the same accent . . . itwas all just colder. “You forgot my first lesson: Don’t hesitate.

There’s nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what’ll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor.

No, you will listen. For once, you’re going to hear something that doesn’t fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn’t reasonable. If you’re terrified, believe me—this scares...

Not into older guys, huh?” asked Adrian once we were alone.”You’re imagining things,” I said. “Clearly, my stunning beauty has clouded your mind.

What were good and evil, really, but stupid categories? Stupid categoriesthat restricted people and punished or rewarded them based on how they responded to their own natures, natures they really didn’t have any way to...

Wow.” I hadn’t thought Dimitri could be any cooler, but I was wrong. “You beat up your dad. I mean, that’s really horrible…what happened. But, wow. You really are a god.”He blinked. “What?””Uh, nothing.

And weird, for lack of a better word. And part of you knows… well, part of you knows something’s not right. That your thinking’s not right. But what do you about that? All we can...

By the way, my name’s Rose Hathaway. I’m seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her...