“I want her to be happy. It's worth sacrificing myself." -Eddie”

“It doesn't matter. Take Eddie's blood. Take Belikov's blood. Take your own for all I care. But If she doesn't want to give hers, then that's all there is to it. She said no. This conversation is done.”

“How is Angeline?” asked Dimitri. “Is she improving?” Eddie and I exchanged glances. So much for avoiding her indiscretions.“Improving how exactly?” I asked. “In combat, in following the dress code, or in keeping her hands to herself?”“Or in turning off caps-lock?” added Eddie.“You noticed that too?” I asked.“Hard not to,” he said.”

“It was worth it. You looked... happy.”

“It's worth it. It's worth giving up the sun and magic.”

“As far as we know, everyone’s right—Strigoi don’t want to hang out in Palm Springs.”Eddie became about one percent less tense.”

“If I let myself love you, I won't throw myself in front of her. I'll throw myself in front of you.”