On the Edge (The Edge, #1)

by Ilona Andrews

Part of her pointed out that something was better than nothing. But if she ended up with the wrong something, she’d regret it for the rest of her life. Once bitten, twice shy. Living in your dreams meant bitter disappointment when you woke up.

“Lord Submarine . . .” “Camarine.” “Whatever.”

“If you touch me, I’ll hit you with this chair,” she ground out. “I had no idea you enjoyed rough courtship,” he said with a straight face.

“Que Dieu nous aide.” God help us . .

A young girl is a creature of dreams, my lord. A woman with one foot in the world of fantasy, searching for the face of true love in every handsome boy she sees.

“Life is so precious because it’s short,” she said. “Even the most resilient people are fragile. Life isn’t about dying or not dying. It’s about living well, George. Living so you can be proud and happy.”

“Friends make the world bearable. It’s an honor of sorts. Of all the people that a person knows, they pick you to be their friend, and you try to be worthy of that friendship.

“Often wrong, but never in doubt. Once you decide what you need to do and how to go about it, you can’t afford to second-guess yourself. You just do it.”

‘You’re the measure of my wrath.’ I was twelve years old, and at the time I thought it was a remarkably asinine thing to say.”

“I would give all of myself to keep you safe. To do that, I have to kill Casshorn. It’s a simple trade. Casshorn has to die, so you can live. Two sides of the same coin. I love you, and you’re the measure of my wrath.”

“This is one of those times age’s wisdom meets youth’s passion. Do you know what usually happens?” Rose sighed. “I’m about to find out?” “Wisdom dashes passion’s hopes and you stop speaking to your grandmother.”