Seth told us good night and left. I watched him go wistfully. “Anyone else here feel like swooning?

That's the great thing about being a writer. You dream up amazing questions... and then dream up even more amazing answers.

Lure him out. Send in a 'customer' with a message from me needing to meet him. I'm not the kind of person he can ignore-well, that he used to not-never mind. Once he's out, we can get him to a place we choose." I nodded. "I can do that." "No," said Dimitri. "You can't." "Why not?" I asked, wondering if he thought it was too dangerous for me. "Because they'll know you're a dhampir the instant they see you. They'll probably smell it first. No Strigoi would have a dhampir working for him-only humans." There was an uncomfortable silence in the car. "No!" said Sydney. "I am not doing that!

Not true,” said Adrian. “All guys mean the same thing when they want to ‘get to know a girl better.’ You’re a wellbred young lady, so I understand why you’d be too innocent to understand. Good thing you’ve got me here to interpret.

How do you say goodbye to someone who isn't exactly gone.

See? There it is again. My flame in the dark.

Dreams, dreams. I walk them; I live them. I delude myself with them. It's a wonder I can spot reality anymore.