How to Break an Undead Heart (The Beginner's Guide to Necromancy, #3)

by Hailey Edwards

“There’s nothing wrong with having friends who love you enough to drop everything and come when you call. The problem is those friends blaming you when the things they drop shatter.”

We are all responsible for what we do—or don’t do—and that’s it.”

won’t take that personally,” Boaz said magnanimously, “since you’ve suffered a fainting spell and possible head injury, which would explain your lack of respect for my prowess.”

“When we cut away that which hurts us most, that which remains compensates for the loss.”

Once, I told Boaz that old Grier was a shirt I pulled on when I expected company and warned him that eventually it wouldn’t fit me anymore. One day, I would be forced to wear a new one or remain exposed. I had never considered that the alternative might be investing in a closet full of new shirts to wear when the mood struck me. Not until I glimpsed Linus’s wardrobe.

Maybe that apparent ease was what made their unions burn so bright from the outside looking in. Maybe that kind of love wasn’t simple. Maybe it was a goal you strove toward every single day for the rest of your lives. A peak you never reached, but that was okay as long as you kept climbing.

“You’re a fool, and you will regret breaking her heart for the rest of your long life.”

“I warned him he stood at a crossroads,” she said sadly. “Had he chosen well, he would have had his heart’s desire: freedom to live as his own man, power to enact change, love that transcends centuries. But he chose poorly, and he has lost that which matters most to him: himself.”

“All good partnerships ought to require both people to take turns being the damsel, like a team-building exercise.”

“The part of me that believed in happily-ever-afters and true love triumphing against all odds is crushed to learn sometimes you fall in love with a prince who is actually a frog.”