Zarah, you do know that we are supposed to be a graceful species, don't you?
In the end, it all comes down to the Blood...
Honestly, I'd rather be anywhere else. Even home, where my dad begins almost every conversation with, "You should lose the black clothes and wear something with color." Puh-lease. Like I want to look...
I've just been bitten on the neck by a vampire... mosquito. Does that mean that when the night comes I will rise and be annoying?
It touched me to be trusted with something terrible.
In my reality all the mosquitoes are vampires and all fireflies are dragons.
When the wolf howls and the moon dimshope fades with the waning light. Evil lurks at every turn as shadows waltz across the ebony night. Behold the midnight hour where all of reason takes flight.
These friends - and he laid his hand on some of the books - have been good friends to me, and for some years past, ever since I had the idea of going to London, have given me many, many hours of pleas...
You've turned into quite a bossy little thing, Myrnin said. I think I might like it.
Death drives desire.
Oh for craps sake. You're not dying again, are you? It's seriously inconvenient when you do that." -Aphrodite
