Aye, wumman, if it's truly romantic, then it must be Scottish.

Because you are the superhero fledgling. I’m just your more attractive sidekick. Oh, and the herd of nerds are your dorky minions.

The problem, of course, was that turning into a monster was the brighter of my two choices. Choice Number 1: I turn into a vampyre, which equals a monster in just about any human’s mind. Choice Number 2: My body rejects the Change and I die. Forever. So the good news is that I wouldn’t have to take the geometry test tomorrow.

If I died, would it get me out of my geometry test tomorrow? One could only hope.

I'm from a family of teachers. My father would drown me in the bathtub if my daughter didn't graduate from college. I don't care who she is or what she does. Just get the diploma.

Yes, I'm married, but I'm not a corpse.

Can I flirt with another guy to make him jealous?" "Oh no." She laughed, still holding my hands. "That will unleash something you can't handle. You don't mess with men that way.