Don't worry?! You sliced your hand open!

I didn’t want to kill girls… even vampire girls. Though I might make an exception for that blonde.

I’m afraid you’re going to have to make a choice.

driving at the speed limit--hideous thought.

Ian squeezed my hand and leaned in to whisper through all the hair. His voice was so low that I was the only one who could hear. 'I held you in my hand, Wanderer. And you were so beautiful.

Alice was scrutinizing my boring jeans-and-a-T-shirt outfit in a way that made me self-conscious. Probably plotting another makeover. I sighed. My indifferent attitude to fashion was a constant thorn in her side. If I'd allow it, she'd love to dress me everyday―perhaps several times a day―like some oversized three-dimensional paper doll.

Don't be afraid," I said, "We belong together." I was immediatly overcome by the truth of my own words.