Whatever you’ve done, or think you’ve done, it’s over now. You can’t go back and change it. What you do about it, right now, from here on out, that’s the important thing. -Dawn of Eden, Ch8.
A silhouette was striding down the center of the road, heading for the alley we’d just vacated. Lean, tall, a long black coat rippling behind him, he was instantly recognizable. Even from this distance, I could see the glow of his sword, blue-black and deadly, and the glint of a cold silver eye.
We all have things we regret, things we wish we could change, but we can’t dwell on them. That’s part of being a vampire now – learning to move on.
Zeke’s snort sounded suspiciously like laughter. “Allie you’re a beautiful, exotic-looking vampire girl with a katana. Trust me, if anyone is going to attract attention, it’s not going to be me.
My queen,” he said formally, “before Glitch sends out the knights and the hounds to drag us back to Mag Tuiredh, will you do me the honor of a last dance?
What lies beneath this envelope of flesh and blood, hmm? Is it something special? Perhaps, when I peel it open, I will be able to see. Perhaps your screams will tell me everything I need to know.
The mighty hunter,” I quipped as we snuck out the back door, escaping into the yard. “He can take down vicious rabids and rampaging boars, but one old lady can make him flee in terror.
Let me give you your first and most important lesson, Allison Sekemoto – you are a monster.
Ariella was silent, and I reached out to take her hand, squeezing as if it were a lifeline, holding me to sanity.
Disfrutas haciendo que mi corazon se pare, no?” – Ash.
You are my heart, my life, my entire existence.
Me? Robin Goodfellow, a family man? He, not likely, ice-boy. I mean, think of what that would do to my reputation. Glamour shimmered around him, and he gave us a wink. Later, lovebirds. Gimme a heads up when the kid arrives. ‘Uncle Puck’ will be waiting.
Eventually we will all wither and die in the wasteland of logic and science.
Fear was the knowledge of pain, the awareness that you could be hurt, that you could die.
I like all my characters in one way or another, or at least I understand them.
Overall, Id say I was an awesome bookseller, but probably not the best book shelver. I loved recommending books and helping people find books.
When I wrote my first story, all the characters were teenagers because I think 16, 17 is a great age.
It’s not the physical scars that are the most painful.
It was fine and good to be defiant to the end, but it was better not to get caught in the first place.
I wished that, for once, faery tales – real faery tales, not Disney fairy tales – would have a happy ending.