Extraits

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

He shrugs. "What I do best."

"Getting on my last nerve ?"

"Saving you," he replies picking up his sword. "This is the second time. Not that I'm counting."

[...]

"I can't believe you came back for me," I say.

Je me sens en sécurité ici, mais ce n'est pas l'endroit auquel j'appartiens. (Chapitre 12)

"Poison?" I muse. "Were you keeping that around for your future wife?"

"It's not lethal," Ethan says. For a killer, he seems oddly offended at the idea. "And no." He pauses, then turns to me with a half-smile. "Unless you were my wife."

"If I were your wife, then I'd take it."

"You can't just kill everyone you don't like."

"I know that. Otherwise you'd be dead already."

"Wars aren't won by running," she says.

"You can't win a war," I tell her. "Someone else just loses."

"It's the thing about risks," Kye says. "It's impossible to know which ones are worth it until it's too late."

Everyone is a blank canvas, waiting to be filled with the color of discovery.

"Lies aren't answers."

"But they sound so much better than the truth."

And when they steal the hearts we keep, it isn't for power. It's because they think that if they eat enough of them, they might become human themselves.

"You are a little heartless today, aren't you?"

"Never," I say. "There are seventeen under my bed."