What do zombies chant at a riot?Grrarphsnarg? he asked, in a surprisingly well-done bit of mindless zombie imitating.No, but that was really good. Disconcertingly good.I was deceased for a time.True....
Those moments never seem to last long enough. The song ends, the breeze stills, the worries and fears creep in again and you’re left trying to move forward, but glancing back at the mountain behind yo...
There are nights when the world is completely askew because he’s gone.
The sword’s a really nice touch—did you get it at Faire Makers?—but I’m not buying the attitude. It’s not really Merit. You should be channeling your inner vampire sex warrior. Like this, she said, th...
Sometimes a girl needed breakfast that didn’t involve flax or wheatgrass or organic free-range cruelty-free whole grains.
Rising tides lift all boats,
Oh, François, I breathily said. You’ll have to hurry. My boyfriend will be back soon. Ethan grunted and slipped his arms around mine, pulling him tight against my body. My desire is impatient, he said...
Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men’s blood. —Daniel Burnham
I ignored the teasing tone of the man who stood beside me, the four-hundred-year-old Master vampire who ruled Chicago's Cadogan House and the parts of my heart that weren't devoted to great books and...
Holy toast.
He stepped forward to keep our bodies aligned, and took my chin in his hand. I will have you. Body, mind, and soul. And I won't share you with anyone else.
Have I ever waxed poetic about the glory that is the fuzzy-chested vampire wearing nothing but cowboy boots?
Ethan nodded and fell in line behind Nadia, who trotted back up the stairs, her hair bouncing on her shoulders as she moved. Really— it was like watching a shampoo commercial.
Diamonds are forever. Magic not so much.
Courage has nothing to do with winning, I quietly said. Courage is about fighting the good fight. Stepping forward, even when stepping forward is the crappiest of all possible options.
Chapter Four : The things that go bump in the night...are probably registered voters in Cook County
Catcher, you're a boy. I've known you for like a week. Two months, actually, but who was counting? I've known Merit for years. I mean, the sex is great and all, but she's my BFF. - Mallory
But night came again, because night, like death and taxes, was inevitable.
As I'm not currently being chased, I see no need to run.
To have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, as long as you both shall live, including accidental or intentional immortality?