Into every generation comes a vampire.

Let our King be made from ice. He wished it too, wished for the ice that encased the branches out on the hill to freeze his heart.

A king is not his crown.

Mad as a dog. Mad as a god.

Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can.” And with that, he kisses me on the mouth.

You should tell him, I say. Which is not bad advice, I think. Not advice I would take myself, but that doesn’t necessarily make it bad.

But books feel real. Surely they must seem more real to you than anyone. They can hurt you. They can break your heart.

Holy moly. – Jasper.

If someone were hitting Aaron over the head, he would thank them for stopping.

I do not understand why he likes me, but it is exciting to be liked.