I love pity parties. I wish I'd brought hats.

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

A gun. I had been brought down by a gun. It was practically comical. Cheaters, I thought.

Hey." She said, looking up from an open book propped up on one knee. She brushed a few strands of pale hair out of her face. Her boyfriend, Christian, lay on the floor near her, his head propped up on her other knee. He greeted me by way of a nod. Concidering the antagonism the sometimes flared up between us, that was almost on par with him giving me a bear hug.

This is very domestic of you," he said. "It's kinda hot, really. Giving me all sorts of fantasies about you in an apron vacuuming my house.

Maybe you're graduating from fireballs to lightning bolts," Adrian suggested. "I bet it'd be a lot like throwing ninja stars. Except, well, you could incinerate people.

There was nothing I loved more than teasing Dimitri. Well, aside from maybe kissing him.