You Two Are A Match Made In

He Smiled, And It Lit Up His Whole Face.

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

Dreams, Dreams. I Walk Them; I Live Them. I Delude Myself With Them. It's A Wonder I Can Spot Reality Anymore."... He Turned From Me With A Sigh. "i Need A Drink."... "oh, Good. That'll Fix Everything. I'm Glad In A World Gone Mad, You've Still Got Your Old Standbys."... "what Do You Expect Me To Do?" He Asked. "you Could... You Could... Well, Now That You're Here, You Could Help Us. Plus, This Guy We're Meeting. He's Another Spirit User."... "yeah, That's Exactly What I Want. To Help My Girlfriend Get Her Old Boyfriend Back. " He Turned Away Again, And I Heard Him Mutter, "i Need Two Drinks."

Is Adrian Here?” “who?” “adrian. Tall. Brown Hair. Green Eyes.” She Frowned. “do You Mean Jet?” “i … I’m Not Sure. Does He Smoke Like A Chimney?” The Girl Nodded Sagely. “yup. You Must Mean Jet.

Gaining Superpowers Doesn't Mean You Know How To Use Them.