Blood City III: The Massacre. I’d read the summary of it online, and frankly, it sounded like the directors had just decided to film my life.
You know, I guess I just don’t like to talk a lot about sad things. Now you know my flaw. What good does it do to talk about sad things in the past?
He gives my hand a tight squeeze, but that desperation, that urgency between us is gone. No insecurities. Max and Fang. Fang and Max. No longer a question. We just are.
Denial is not just a river in Egypt.
The weird, weird thing about devastating loss is tha life actually goes on.
Well, I don’t know. Mostly I just suck up what life throws my way, stomp on it, and then keep going. I don’t dwell much on what I am or how I got this way. It just is. I just am. I’m Max, and whatever form I take, it’s good enough for me.
A classroom. People trying to stick me in classrooms was becoming as predictable and annoying as people trying to kill me, but with less-fun results.
There you have it: our lives in a nutshell. Emphasis on nut.
Time to die. -Evil Angel.
He landed 10 feet below with a sickening crunch-i’m guessing his enhancements didn’t allow him to bounce back up like a ball. we call that a design flaw.
I love Nudge, Nudge is a great kid, but that motormouth of hers could have turned Mother Teresa into an ax murderer.
If Fang is in any way harmed while I’m gone-if he gets a hangnail-you won’t see another morning. Are we clear on that?
Fang looked at the newest bird kid. Dylan was an inch or two taller than he was, and somewhat heavier built, though he still had the long, lean look of a human-avian hybrid-you couldn’t make bricks fly.
Fear is not the answer, not ever.
For many years I had heard about an underworld consisting of people who act out a vampire fantasy while I was living in New York. Fortunately for me there are also several books on the phenomena.
You stand out like a fart in a church.
I hoped I wasn’t actually dead. That would make finding our parents and saving the world really hard.
What, eBay isn’t good enough for us?
Fang looked at me, hope in his eyes, and I smirked at him. I save the huge emotional kissy-face for imminent death scenes. This probably didn’t qualify.
How is San Francisco, Alex? Lovely city. Will you leave your heart there? Do you think it’s a good place to die?