Richelle Mead, Frostbite

"You're the social one." - Lissa Dragomir"

"Where are you going" he asked."To break someone's heart," I replied."

"Christian's family lived under the shadow cast by his parents. They had purposely become Striogi, trading thier magic and mortality to become immortal and subsist on killing others. His parents were dead now, but that didn't stop people from not trusting him. They seemed to think he'd go Strigoi at any moment and take everyone else with him. His abrasiveness and dark sence of humor didn't really help things, either."

"Hey." She said, looking up from an open book propped up on one knee. She brushed a few strands of pale hair out of her face. Her boyfriend, Christian, lay on the floor near her, his head propped up on her other knee. He greeted me by way of a nod. Concidering the antagonism the sometimes flared up between us, that was almost on par with him giving me a bear hug."

"It was one thing to accept I couldn't have Dimitri. It was something entirely different to realize someone else could."

"Stay back,"I warned. "Stay away from him." They kept coming. "Stay back!" I yelled. They stopped. Except for one. "Rose," came a soft voice. "Drop the sword." My hands shook. I swallowed. "Get away from us." "Rose." The voice spoke again, a voice that my soul would have known anywhere. Hesitantly, I let myself finally become aware of my surroundings, let the details sink in. I let my eyes focus on the features of the man standing there. Dimitri's brown eyes, gentle and firm, looking down on me. "It's okay," he said. "Everything's going to be okay. You can let go of the sword." My hands shook even harder as I fought to hold on to the hilt. "I can't." The words hurt coming out. "I can't leave him alone. I have to protect him." " you have," said Dimitri. The sword fell out of my hands, landing with a clatter on the wooden floor. I followed, collapsing on all fours, anything to cry but unable to. Dimitri's arms wrapped around me as he helped me up. Voices swarmed around us, and one by one, I recognised people I knew and trusted."

"Love and loyalty run deeper than blood"

"That's pretty hot," he said."Punching me in the eye"Well, no. Of course not. I meant the idea of getting rough with you is hot. I'm a big fan of full-contact sports."I'm sure you are."

"There's nothing worse than waiting and not knowing what'll happen to you. Your own imagination can be crueler than any captor."

"what's your name"what" i asked, squinting at the light.your name." I reconized Dr. Olendzki peering over me.you know my name."I want you to tell me."Rose. Rose Hathaway."Do you know your birthday"Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records"Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. "I think she's fine,"

"Not into older guys, huh" asked Adrian once we were alone."You're imagining things," I said. "Clearly, my stunning beauty has clouded your mind."

"By the way, my name's Rose Hathaway. I'm seventeen years old, training to protect and kill vampires, in love with a completely unsuitable guy, and have a best friend whose weird magic could drive her crazy. Hey, no one said high school was easy."

"It’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay. You can let go of the sword."I can’t. I can’t leave him alone. I have to protect him."You have."

"Sweat isn't a bad thing," he said, leaning his head against the wall thoughtfully. "Some of the best things in life happen while your sweating. Yeah, if you get too much of it and it gets old and stale, it turns pretty gross. But on a beautiful women? Intoxicating. If you could smell things like a vampire does, you'd know what I'm talking about. Most people mess it all up and drown themselves in perfume. Perfume can be good...especially if you get one that goes with your chemistry. But you only need a hint. Mix about 20 percent of that with 80 percent of your own perspiration...mmm." He tilted his head to the side and looked at me. "Dead sexy."

"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…"

"What's your name"What" I asked, squinting at the light."Your name." I recognized Dr. Olendzki peering over me."You know my name."I want you to tell me."Rose. Rose Hathaway."Do you know your birthday"Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records"Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off."

"You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't."

"Good God. Men everywhere."

"So... Mason, Eddie, and Mia went to Spokane to hunt Strigoi"Yes."Holy shit. Why didn't you go with them? Seems like something you'd do."I resisted the urge to smack him. "Because I'm not insane! But I'm going to go get them before they do something even stupider."

"Where's the heart" - Dimitri Belikov"