I've Heard A Lot About You, Rose.

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

"well, You've Finally Got A License To Kill. It's About Time." I Turned And Met The Amused Eyes Of Christian Ozera, A Onetime Annoyance Who'd Become A Good Friend. So Good, In Fact, That In My Joyous Zeal, I Reached Out And Hugged Him - Something He Clearly Didn't Expect. I Was Surprising Everyone Today. "whoa, Whoa," He Said Backing Up, Flushing. "it Figures. You're The Only Girl Who'd Get All Emotional About The Thought Of Killing. I Don't Even Want To Think About What Goes On When You And Ivashkov Are Alone."

Sometimes The Greatest Tests Of Our Strength Are Situations That Don't Seem So Obviously Dangerous. Sometimes Surviving Is The Hardest Thing Of All.

I Pulled Out Box After Box, Setting Them Haphazardly Around The Room. My Organization Lacked Something - Like, Say, Organization.

I Won't Lie. Walking Into A Room And Seeing Your Girlfriend Reading A Baby-name Book Can Kind Of Make Your Heart Stop.