Gaining superpowers doesn't mean you know how to use them.

Sydney had been horrified to discover my home library consisted of a bartending dictionary and an old copy of Esquire, and at her pleading, I'd promised to read something more substantial. I was trying to think deep thoughts as I read Gatsby, but mostly I wanted to throw some parties.

Whether it's simply some fierce animal joining of mates or a sublime merging of souls, she is mine, and I am hers.

Who is he?" "An idiot, said Adrian. "Makes me look like an upstanding member of society.

What matters is that someone—that you—know me that well. When a person can see into your soul, it's hard. It forces you to be open. Vulnerable. It's much easier being with someone who's just more of a casual friend.

You're new here, aren't you?" Rolan asked. "Rose is visiting. She's a friend of the family." Viktoria said. "Ah," he said. "Now I remember hearing about you. I had no idea such a fierce Strigoi killer would be so beautiful." "It's part of the job description," I said dryly.

When I saw you fall..." "You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.