Oh relax.” I waved my hand dismissively. “If he wanted to kill me, he already would have. I brought him all these sharp pencils, ideal for stabbing, and he’s been a perfect gentleman.
She stared at him in that vapid, intoxicated way employed only by women under a vamp’s control. Or the way I sometimes got when faced with cupcakes. Mmm. Cupcakes.
Wait, so am I allowed to put my shirt back on? Or did you want me to remove my pants, too?
That’s more like it. You’re much prettier when you aren’t talking. True of most people, I’ve found.
The only life I want is one with you.
Lend’s dad, two werewolves, and a vampire. It was like the setup to a bad joke or something. A doctor, two werewolves, and a vampire walk into a bar. “What’ll you have?” the bartender asks. “We were thinking him,” the vampire answers, eyeing the doctor. Okay, jokes weren’t my strong point.
What’s the point in hating something if you aren’t proactive?
Plus as she put it, Prince Eric was far too hairy and peach colored for her taste. I always thought he was pretty hott, but then again, I am a mammal.
Yo soy carne muerta. Translation: I am dead meat.
Streams of melting snow.
Jack might look my age, but he was like a little kid on a sugar high – in need of a good spanking. – Good heavens, that sounded creepy.
Knowing where I came from didn’t change who I was.
Leave it to a boy to make the Faerie Realms look like a dump.
I had just lot my best friend, barely escaped having my life sucked out by a psychotic burning girl, committed treason and nearly gotten the guy I liked killed by a crazy faerie. What were hairy legs compared to that?
He winked at her. She giggled. And I threw up a little in my mouth.
Sometimes I wanted to take a memory – one perfect memory – curl up in it, and go to sleep.
Yeah I know you’re a creature of the night. Bringer of death, sucker of blood, needer of tans, so on and so forth. And oddly enough, I’m still unimpressed.
He sighed heavily. “Girls are mean. At least faeries simply kill you if they don’t want you around.” He put a hand on the wall, leaning against it and tapping his foot impatiently.
You’ll be fine, just some minor burns and hypothermia, which was kind of hard to explain.
I’d tell him, though. Soon. Soonish. Eventually.
I’ve got a nine iron that says otherwise.