He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew.
There was no "me" in Alchemy. Well, phonetically there was, but that wasn't the point.
He flipped the dail, and I crossed my arms over my chest as some vaguely European-sounding band sang about how video had killed the radio star. I wished someone would kill this radio.
When I saw you fall..." "You thought, 'Wow, she's a loser.
Juliet had it easy; she never had to kill Romeo.
You're a Dhampir," I breathed. "So are you." he teased. "Yeah, but I just thought—" "That I was human? Because of the bite marks?" "Yeah." I admitted, No point in lying. "We all have to survive," he said "And dhamphirs are good at figuring ways out to.