“We die...... We die together. That's the deal.”

“What can I say? I prefer to die well informed.”

“I don’t want to lose my memories. Don’t make me forget. I would rather die asElena, than live as a shadow.”

“Be gentle with him, Mercy. He's got a heart as big as Texas— he'll die for you without blinking. But he doesn't expect anyone to do the same for him.”

“How long have you been with Raphael?”“You ask a lot of questions for a dead woman.”“What can I say? I prefer to die well-informed.”

“Du musst dir die Haare schneiden lassen", murmelte Sascha.Er küsste sie nocheinmal und lächelte. "Ich fürchte mich vor Scheren.""Ausflüchte." Sie strich über Lucas Haar. "Du stellst dich genauso verrückt wie die Mädchen an, wenn es um dein Haar geht.""Erwischt." Eine warme, liebevolle Hand auf ihrem Bauch. "Was macht der Rockstar?" "Getöse, wie immer.”

“If you die, Lily ... I’ll steal your soul and take you to the Abyss, where I will keep you in my magical dungeon so you can never escape.”