Like everything in life, I just had to decide what to do with what I was given.

Alice is the most… supportive.

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.

And yet, I found I could survive. I was alert, I felt the pain - the aching loss that radiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head - but it was manageable. I could live through it. I didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.

I grew up in a community where it was not the exception to be a good girl. It was sort of expected. And all of my friends were good girls too, and my boyfriends were good boys. Everybody was pretty nice. And that affects how I write my characters. There aren't very many bad guys in my novels.

I was a vampire, and she had the sweetest blood I’d smelled in eighty years.

Speaking of which, would you like to explain to me how you’re alive