Very Often The Things We Most Desire

Please Don’t Get Sentimental,” Said Jerome. “it’s Nauseating.

Couldn't Lissa Have Healed That Black Eye Away?" "its A Badge Of Honor. Makes Me Seem Manly.

Well," He Said, Clearly Enjoying My Confusion. "it Was Actually For Two Souls, Since You And Seth Were Both Saved. But Even If It Wasn't, It Still Would've Been Worth It. Do You Know The Price Of One Soul, Georgina? It's Beyond Rubies And Diamonds, Beyond Any Mortal Reckoning. If It Had Taken Me Centuries, If It Had Taken A Dozen More Angels To Help Me, It All Would Have Been Worth It.

Do You Believe In Fairy Tales?" "what...what Kind Of Fairy Tales?" "the Kind You Aren't Supposed To Waste Your Life On.

A Gun I Had Been Brought Down By A Gun. It Was Practically Comical. Cheaters, I Thought. I’d Spent My Life Focusing On Hand To Hand Combat, Learning To Dodge Fangs And Powerful Hands That Could Snap My Neck. A Gun? It Was So… Well, Easy. Should I Be Insulted? I Didn’t Know. Did It Matter? I Didn’t Know That Either. All I Knew In That Moment Was That I Was Going To Die, Regardless.