That's the great thing about being a writer. You dream up amazing questions... and then dream up even more amazing answers.
He almosted smiled. "There you go again. Why? Why do yo keep helping me?" There were a million answers on my lips, everything from It's the right thing to do to I don't know. Instead, I said, "Because I want to.
The question was which spell did I make? Which did I have time to make? The answer was eerily simple. I had time to make all of them.
Since...since when?" I finally managed to ask. "Since...forever." His tone implied the answer was obvious.
Is he... is Dimitri a Strigoi?" Mason hesitated only a moment, like he was afraid to answer me, and then—he nodded. My heart shattered. My world shattered.
And I thought the whole point of my education was that violence IS the answer.
Did you see that dress?” "I saw the dress.” "Did you like it?” He didn't answer. I took that as a yes. "Am I going to endanger my reputation if I wear it to the dance?” When he spoke, I could barely hear him. "You'll endanger the school.” I smiled and fell asleep.
Wise men don't need concrete answers. By definition, they need wisdom." ~ Geraki
I know," she said, guessing my thoughts. "I know exactly how you feel." "Does it get easier?" I asked. Unlike Sydney, Olena had an answer. "Yes. But you'll never be the same.
Well, well, well," I said. "If it isn't the people responsible for unleashing Rose Hathaway on the world. You've got a lot to answer for.