“You’re some kind of superstar. Some kind of evil, compulsion-abusing superstar.” Christian to Lissa.
I hate everything about you.
Why do I love you?
“We’re the goddamned hottest vampire hunters ever.”
Rose: “Are you lost, little girl? The elementary school’s over on west campus.”
Mia: “Don’t you ever touch me again. You screw with me, and I’ll screw you right back.”
Oh man, what an opening that was.
Rose: “And if you mess with either of us again, I’ll break you in half. If you don’t believe me, go ask Dawn Yarrow about what I did to her arm in ninth grade. You were probably at nap time when it happened.”
The incident with Dawn hadn’t been one of my finer moments. I honestly hadn’t expected to break any bones when I shoved her into a tree. Still, the incident had given me a dangerous reputation, in addition to my smartass one. The story had gained legendary status, and I liked to imagine that it was still being told around campfires late at night. Judging from the look on this girl’s face, it was.(Vampire Academy)
(…)
He studied me too, his expression never changing. Sad. Grim. Serious. He opened his mouth, like he might speak, and then closed it. Several more heavy moments hung between us, and then he lifted his hand and extended it toward me. Something in that motion snapped me out of my daze. No, this could not be happening. I wasn’t seeing this. Mason was dead. I’d seen him die. I’d held his body.
Rose Hathaway (Shadow Kiss)
