Dmitri was at a total loss. It was a common reaction for people when I agreed to do something reasonable.

Jill was tall and slim, like most Moroi. With that figure came a modest chest. Angeline's chest...was not so modest.

The door opened, and we were met by a fifty-something man with a grizzled blond beard. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and a Lynyrd Skynyrd T-shirt. Also, he had an eye patch. "This is incredible," I heard Adrian murmur. "Beyond my wildest dreams.

I bet you never thought the hardest part of finding your ‘saviorʹ would be getting her mom to let her stay out past curfew.

I found the candles—atrocious air freshening ones that smelled like fake pine.

Those who have to ask if faith is true are opening up a discussion they may not be ready for.

I find prostitutes vastly important.