You're Beautiful, Roza. So Beautiful It Hurts

Why Not The Bahamas? Or The Corn Palace?

Your Hair," Repeated Dimitri. His Eyes Were Wide, Almost Awestruck. "your Hair Is Beautiful." I Didn't Think So, Not In Its Current State. Of Course, Considering We Were In A Dark Alley Filled With Bodies, The Choices Were Kind Of Limited. "you See? You're Not One Of Them. Strigoi Don't See Beauty. Only Death. You Found Something Beautiful. One Thing That's Beautiful." Hesitantly, Nervously, He Ran His Fingers Along The Strands I'd Touched Earlier. "but Is It Enough?" "it Is For Now." I Pressed A Kiss To His Forehead And Helped Him Stand. "it Is For Now.

Honor, I Thought. For Real: The Guardians Should Have Taught It. Because I Hadn't Learned It.

Is She For Real?” He Paused And Reconsidered. “are You For Real? Spells? Magic? I Mean, Don’t Get Me Wrong. I Drink Blood And Control People’s Minds. But I’ve Never Heard Of Anything Like This.

Well, I Guess I Can Wait Two Weeks Then." "for What?" "to Ask Her Out