There was no "me" in Alchemy. Well, phonetically there was, but that wasn't the point.

Christian's family lived under the shadow cast by his parents. They had purposely become Striogi, trading thier magic and mortality to become immortal and subsist on killing others. His parents were dead now, but that didn't stop people from not trusting him. They seemed to think he'd go Strigoi at any moment and take everyone else with him. His abrasiveness and dark sence of humor didn't really help things, either.

For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless.

Because there is no greater evil than ignorance and the destruction of genius. Ignorance has been responsible for more death, more bigotry, and more sin than any other force. It is the destroyer of mankind.

I won't lie. Walking into a room and seeing your girlfriend reading a baby-name book can kind of make your heart stop.

I won’t lie. Walking into a room and seeing your girlfriend reading a baby-name book can kind of make your heart stop. “I’m no expert,” I began, choosing my words carefully. “Well—actually, I am. And I’m pretty sure there are certain things we have to do before you need to be reading that.

Then, as one hand tightened on me and his other ran gently over my hair, I noticed something. He didn't smell right.