Half Condemn Him And Write Him Off

Sage," He Said. "what Are You Wearing?" I Sighed And Stared Down At The Dress. "i Know. It's Red. Don't Start. I'm Tired Of Hearing About It." "funny," He Said. "i Don't Think I Could Ever Get Tired Of Looking At It.

Come On Outside When Youʹre Done,ʺ I Told Her. ʺitʹs Like The Barbecue Of The Damned. Except . . . Thereʹs No Grill.

Hey, Big Spender,” I Said. He Looked Appreciative But More Amused Than Anything Else. He Reached Into His Pocket And Pulled Out A One Dollar Bill. “hugh,” I Said. “don’t Insult Me.” With A Sigh, He Produced A Five And Tucked It Underneath My Bra Strap. “hey, Seth,” Cody Suddenly Said. I Looked Up And Saw Seth Standing In The Doorway. A Look Of Comic Bemusement Was On His Face. “hey,” He Said, Studying Me. “so…you’re Paying For Dinner?

In Fact I Was Fairly Certain There Was No One In The Entire World Quite Like Adrian Ivashkov.

People Really Want To Set Up These Rivalries Because There's A Lot Of Vampire Books Out There. People Want To Believe We're All Fierce Rivals, And Really There's Just So Much Camaraderie With Authors. Everyone Kind Of Boosts Each Other.