The battle cry sort of gave you away. Try not to yell next time.

You can't fool me, comrade. You want to put on a cowboy hat and keep lawless bank robbers in line.''

"No time. I have enough trouble keeping you in line.

I had a standing arrangement with God: I'd agree to believe in him—barely—so long as he let me sleep in on Sundays.

Little Dhampir

Rose Hathaway: "Hey Mason, wipe the drool off your face. If you're going to think about me naked, do it on your own time.”
Mason Ashford: "This is my time, Hathaway. I'm leading today's session.”
Rose Hathaway: "Oh yeah? Huh. Well, I guess this is a good time to think about me naked, then.”
Eddie Castile: "It's always a good a time to think about you naked.

His fingertips gently wiped away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. "That's part of it," he said. "But also...well, you and I will both be Lissa's guardians someday. I need to protect her at all costs. If a pack of Strigoi come, I need to throw my body between them and her."
"I know what. Of course that's what you have to do." The black sparkles were dancing in front of my eyes again. I was fading out.
"No. If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.