Jealous, O’shea?" "actually… I Am.

It Is A Strange World," I Murmered, More To Myself Than To The Native Soul. "the Strangest," He Agreed.

That's The Funny Thing About Knowing You Can't Have Something. It Makes You Desperate.

The Waves Of Pain That Had Only Lapped At Me Before Now Reared High Up And Washed Over My Head, Pulling Me Under. I Did Not Resurface.

Hasn’t Anyone Ever Told You? Life Isn’t Fair.

Hey, Rosalie? Do You Know How To Drown A Blonde? Stick A Mirror To The Bottom Of A Pool.