I'd witnessed for the first time in my vampire- obsessed existence an actual vampire bite. The only problem was that it wasn't my neck being bitten.

It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. How the artist captured the light, the details of my mother's dimples, the joy in my father's eyes, all through gentle strokes from his palette. The artist made me look alive when I felt lonely and grim inside. That's the way this man saw me. I decided then that that's what I wanted to do

I always let the characters guide the stories. They really let me know what they want to say and what action they want to happen.

He looked so lost, so soulful, so lonely. I wanted him to kiss me now. I wanted to let him know I was his for all eternity.

(Raven) "Makes me think of werewolves. Do you think a man can change into an animal?" (Alexander) "If he's with the right girl.

Then how about one kiss?” he said with a sexy grin. “Something to remember me by?” ...“I’ll give you something to remember me by,” I said. “The back of my head.” I pushed past him and escaped through the door to freedom.

Some people spend all their lives searching for their soul mates.