The World Of The Dead Wonʹt Give

You're Strong—you're So, So Strong. It's Why I Love You.

Sorry, Ms. Terwilliger. I'm Flattered That You Think I'm Such An Upstanding Person, But I'm Already Caught Up In One Epic Battle Of Good Versus Evil. I Don't Need Another.

For A Moment His Eyes Locked Onto Me With An Intensity That Left Me Breathless.

God, I Got Lucky. If I'd Hurt It, It Would Have Put Me Out Of Practice For A While.” Smiling, He Returned To His Chair. "i Know. You Kept Telling Me That While I Was Carrying You. You Were Very Upset.” "you...you Carried Me Here?” "after We Broke The Bench Apart And Freed Your Foot.” Man. I'd Missed Out On A Lot. The Only Thing Better Than Imagining Dimitri Carrying Me In His Arms Was Imagining Him Shirtless While Carrying Me In His Arms.

Was It Weird Having A Witch Grandma? Scary? Was She Always, Like, Threatening To Cast Spells If You Were Bad?" "most Of The Time She Just Threatened To Send Me To My Room." "that Doesn't Sound So Scary To Me." "that's Because You Haven't Met Her.