We Cannot Road Trip To Paris.

Jill Was Tall And Slim, Like Most Moroi. With That Figure Came A Modest Chest. Angeline's Chest...was Not So Modest.

How Was It That Adrian Ivashkov, Who Never Seemed To Take Anything Seriously Was The Only One Among These "responsible" People Who Paid Attention To Such Small Details? How Was He The Only One To Really Understand The Magnitude Of What I Was Feeling?

Some People Read Books For Fun.

Didn’t Understand Love? Was She Crazy? If She Only Knew What I’d Sacrificed For Dimitri, What I’d Done To Be Where I Was Now . . . All For Love. She Was The One Who Couldn’t Understand. Love Wasn’t A Fling In A Back Room At A Party. It Was Something You Lived And Died For.

He Thought There Was No Hope For Him. Me? I Can't Imagine A World Without Hope.