It's Worth It. It's Worth Giving Up

I Left The Clinic In A Daze That Had Nothing To Do With My Head Injury. Clear Up In A Week Or So? How Could Dr. Olendzki Speak So Lightly About This? I Was Going To Look Like A Mutant For Christmas And Most Of The Ski Trip. I Had A Black Eye. A Freaking Black Eye. And My Mother Had Given It To Me.

Gaining Superpowers Doesn't Mean You Know How To Use Them.

There's Nothing Worse Than Waiting And Not Knowing What'll Happen To You. Your Own Imagination Can Be Crueler Than Any Captor.

Poor Martin. Geek Or No, Committing His Soul To Eternal Damnation Was A Helluva Price To Pay For Six Minutes.

If You're Strigoi," The Boy Interrupted Loudly, "then Why Don't You Have Horns? My Friend Jeffrey Said Strigoi Have Horns." Dimitri's Eyes Fell Not On The Boy But On Me For A Moment. Again, That Spark Of Knowing Shot Between Us. Then, Face Smooth And Serious, Dimitri Turned To The Boy And Answered, "strigoi Don't Have Horns. And Even If They Did, It Wouldn't Matter Because I'm Not A Strigoi.