No. Harsh truth was better than comfortable lies. It had to be.

He looked at me. " I do know how to deal with demons, Savannah." "I know. Sorry." "So I get a hug?" "No, but I won't smack you, and we'll call it even.

All I could think about was him, and how much I wanted this, and how incredibly lucky I was to get it, and how tight I was going to hold onto it.

I thought you were all-seeing.” All-knowing, not all-seeing!” he snapped. “I’m a God, not Santa Claus!

He said "cool" like I say a Spanish word when I'm not sure of the pronunciation.

Young writers need to be encouraged to write - just write - with no restrictions on form, style or content.

What's next? If there are vampires in there, they probably drink artificial blood plasma substitute.