The Mad Have A Grace All Their

Maybe I Could Be Friends With A Ghost. I Wouldn’t Be Able To Kill Him.

Rachel, We've Been Over This. This Is What I Do," He Said, Crumbs Of Whiten Cheese Falling From The Knife. "find A Way For Your Lofty, Unrealistic Ideals To Deal With It.

Keep Your Vampire Mitts Off Me. I'm Not Your Friggin' Blood Toy.

Death And Blood Didn’t Turn On A Vampire. Fear And The Chance To Take Blood Did. There Was A Difference.

People Die, Rachel," Ceri Said, Her Cheeks Flushing. "not If I Can Help It," I Snapped. "and Not Of A Broken Heart. If You Could, I'd Be Dead Already.