We’re almost there, Oliver said. Once again Petunia was so startled that she tripped and would have fallen is Oliver hadn’t caught her around the waist and pulled her upright. “You must have been far...

I’m not obliged to defend your dignity. Provided you have any.

That’s not the real question, Oliver. What you should be asking is, Can you live without her?

Both princesses immediately looked wary, exchanging glances. “Warn us of what?” Petunia asked. She studied him with those blue, blue eyes and Oliver wondered all over again what he was doing here.

Oliver: You turned me down. So why, I wonder, did you decide Amelie would be a better choice?Claire: She smells better. And she made me cookies.

I want to help you,” Oliver said.”Why?” Galen looked up at him. “Because of Petunia?” Oliver was relieved that the prince didn’t seem to be skeptical about his conviction. He simply looked like he wanted...

What are you doing a study on right now?” “A study on the statistical probablity of love at first sight.

Unfortunately, my army consists of one unreliable criminal, one girl with adisability, and one incredibly foolish young vampire with a tanning issue. I am not confident.

Jonquil went by with a full plate of food, and Petunia reached out and tried to snag a small cream puff from it. Jonquil lifted it over Petunia’s head before she could, and clucked her...

I do hope nobody else here has any other surprises planned, because if you so much as think about harming one another, I will oblige them. This is neutral ground. Violators will be gruesomely and...

Was he hungry? He’d had an enormous breakfast, but the transition from the glimpse had taken a lot out of him. Did they serve lunch in Hell? Should he have packed a snack? Why was...

She smells better,” Claire said. “And she made me cookies.

Pansy rolled over and went to sleep, but Petunia stayed awake long after Olga left, and long after Oliver crawled out from under the bed, grabbed some sandwiches, and slipped out the door. She hoped...

It’s bad enough I have to be trapped in a car with you children. You’ll do your best not to act like children.

My boyfriend is a vampire and I’m okay with it. – Laney

The only way to stop a rebellion is to crush it with blood and fire, and to wound them so they’ll never dare to raise a hand again.

Sire,” Oliver said as he helped Petunia to her feet, “I’d like to marry Petunia. “Of course you would,” retorted the King Gregor. “But not right now! we just got those two taken care of.”...

Glad it was you and not me,” Shane said, and offered Myrin a hand up. “Any brain damage?””Since the bullet actually passed through his brain, then yes, idiot boy, there’s certainly brain damage,” Oliver said....

Theres something alluring and dangerous about him, but comforting and protective. When I think about him, my stomach knots, my heart rate quickens and…and I could go on… -Laney

Shaking herself, Petunia looked around. Several of her sisters had been talking to her, but she hadn’t heard them. “And that answers our questions about why he gave himself up,” Poppy was saying, a smile...

Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.

Huh, a lovers quarrel with a vampire- seems like a fantastic idea!

[Lily] “Petunia’s hair is too curly to braid,” She said conversationally. Oliver wasn’t sure why, but that was what finally made him blush.

It’s because you’re young and you refuse to acknowledge what you are. What it means. What it promises. You’re fighting your condition, and that makes it almost impossible for you to control yourself. You need...

Laney, I love you. I’ve found everything I’ve ever needed and wanted with you. I’m nothing without you.- Oliver

She [Pansy] pushed in next to Poppy so that she could see him around the guard’s elbow. She was as tall as Poppy, with shining dark-brown hair and blue eyes. An utterly lovely girl, as...

I’m not like you. I’ll never be like you. Best of all, I don’t have to be.

A scientist doesn’t know all the answers. Nobody does, not even teachers. But a scientist keeps on trying to find the answers.

He dug his heels into his horse’s flanks and sped down the path. He heard the others call out behind him, but he ignored them. He was sure Karl and Johan and the others would...

I hate traveling with amateurs.

Can’t you believe in me, if I believe in you?

And then what did you do, Lord Oliver?” Karl’s eight-year-old daughter gazed up at him in awe, as though this were the best story she had ever heard.

Welcome to Morganville.You’ll never want to leave.And even if you do…well, you can’t. Sorry about that.

I know many lives worth living.