Too Young,too Young,she Chanted To Herself. Wrong,of

Her Scent Blazed In My Throat And I Was Glad. It Was A Pain That Meant She Was Alive. As Long As I Burned, She Was Safe.

I Could Really Appreciate Him Now - Could Properly See Every Beautiful Line Of His Perfect Face, Of His Long, Flawless Body With My Strong New Eyes, Every Angle And Every Plane Of Him. I Could Taste His Pure, Vivid Scent On My Tongue And Feel The Unbelievable Silkiness Of His Marble Skin Under My Sensitive Fingertips.

Death Is Peaceful, Life Is Harder

He Wished He Hadn't Pulled Me From The Path Of Tyler's Van - There Was No Other Conclusion I Could Come To.

You Live A Thousand Lives When You Read A Thousand Books.