God Might Work On Mysterious Ways, But

Hey, Volusian, You Haven't Been Checking Me Out, Have You?" He Gave Me His Trademark Bland Stare. "i Assure You, Mistress, The Only Allure Your Bare Flesh Has For Me Is To Remind Me How Easy It Will Be To Slice Open." I Laughed. If Not For The Fact He Was Actually Serious, He'd Be So Much Fun.

I Certainly Hadn't Expected To Walk Away From Today's Trip With Joint Custody Of A Miniature Dragon.

Why On Earth Would You Buy A Car Like This If You Can't Drive A Stick? There Are Dozens Of Cars--new Cars--that Have Automatic Transmission. It'd Be A Million Times Easier." Adrian Shrugged. "i Like The Color. It Matches My Living Room.

He Didn't See Me Looking At Him, But I Could Tell The Ceremony Was Having The Same Effect On Him. He Was Enraptured. It Was A Rare And Sweet Look For Him, Reminding Me Of The Tortured Artist That Lived Beneath The Sarcasm. I Liked That About Adrian—not The Tortured Part, But The Way He Could Feel So Deeply And Then Transform Those Emotions Into Art.

I Said Earlier That Dead Things Don't Always Stay Dead. Well, I'm One Of Them. Don't Worry - I'm Not Like The Strigoi. But I Did Die Once (i Don't Recommend It).