The Vampire Diaries is the story of Elena falling in love with Damon.
They had been a couple for so long that everyone thought of them as Tom-and-Jenny, a single unit.
She was looking more sleazy than grungy today, in an orange top cut so low that you could ski down the bare skin in front.
Damon knew the truth. Stefan was dead all right – but he had been dead for hundreds of years. And it was true that he was a vampire, but calling him a demon was like calling Tinkerbell armed and dangerous.
Rob smiled his slow, infectious smile-and suddenly everything was all right.
If it had been touch, it might have been pressure-not an uncomfortable pressure, but one that swept away all the pain of her headache. Like a river rushing through her mind, clearing out everything stagnant and clotted and decayed.
And then it was all so simple and natural. As if they both knew what to do without thinking-as if they’d always known what to do.
One more game,” somebody behind her said, and somebody else said, “But who’s going to be It?
The energy was still flowing steadily, and Kait had a sense of cleansing. Her entire body felt light and airy, as if her feet weren’t touching the ground.
But we did it,” said Alys. “We found Morgana and we helped her. How can you worry about detentions when life as we know it has just been saved?
I am as strong as I need to be. I am my only master.
Sky and sea, keep harm from me. Earth and fire, bring my desire.
I like strong female characters. I try to write them as role models for young girls.
She had never been so close to anybody. It was as if they were one being, together, not predator and prey, but partners in a dance.
You only want everything you don’t have.
There’s nothing frightening in the dark if you just face it.
The Night World isn’t a place. It’s all around us. The creatures of Night World are beautiful and deadly and irresitable to humans. Your best friend could be one-so could your crush.
Right now everything looks so strange to me, as if I don’t belong here. It’s me that’s out of place. And the worst thing is that I feel there’s somewhere I do belong, but I just can’t find it.
The Blood She Betrayed is unique, and Shahkara, the character, is one of the most engaging strong female role models I’ve seen in a long time. This girl can handle herself! The plot is full of ingenious twists, turns and surprises, and I look forward to reading the next book in the series.
Each scar’s a cipher rimmed with old barbs and landmines, protecting its truth.