Being Charming Is My Hobby.

Don't Get Caught Up In Fashion Games. These Kids Probably Think We're Old, Nark Conformists Or Something, But Really, They're Just Conforming In Their Own Ways. They're Conforming To Nonconformity.

I Felt My Heart Breaking All Over Again. Why? Why Had This Happened To Us? Why Was The Universe So Cruel?

Sitting Beside Abe Was Adrian Ivashkov--my More-or-less Boyfriend. Adrian Was A Royal Moroi--and Another Spirit User Like Lissa. He'd Been Crazy About Me (and Often Just Crazy) Ever Since We First Met

I Spent The Rest Of The Day Doing Little More Than That. I Skipped Dinner. I Shed A Few Tears. But Mostly, I Just Sat On My Bed Thinking And Growing More And More Depressed. I Also Discovered The Only Thing Worse Than Imagining Dimitri And Tasha Together Was Remembering When He And I Had Been Together. He Would Never Touch Me Again Like That, Never Kiss Me Again.

Rose!" I Looked To My Right And Saw Adrian Cutting Across The Lawn Toward Me, Oblivious To The Slush's Effects On His Designer Shoes. "did You Just Call Me 'rose'?" I Asked. "and Not 'little Dhampir'? I Don't Think That's Ever Happened." "it Happens All The Time," He Countered, Catching Up To Me.