I Don’t Belong To Anyone. I Make

Bringing Children Into It Was Just Low, I Decided. At Least Heʹd Left Puppies Out.

You'll Be Alive', He Pointed Out. 'that's What Matters. Enjoy What You Have, Every Little Detail Of Wherever You Are. Don't Focus On Where You Aren't.

Your Wit Is Always Such A Delight, Mr. Zeklos. I Can Barely Contain Myself Around It.

There Were Drinks And Food In Full Force, And Some Moroi Guy Had A Guitar Out And Was Trying To Impress Girls With His Musical Skills—which Were Nonexistent. In Fact, His Music Was So Awful That He Might Have Discovered A New Way To Kill Strigoi.

I Didn’t Get Her Cutting At All. She’d Done It Sporadically, Ever Since The Accident And It Scared Me Each Time. She'd Try To Explain It To Me, How She Didn't Want To Die—she Just Needed To Get It Out Somehow. She Felt So Much Emotionally, She Would Say, That A Physical Outlet—physical Pain—was The Only Way To Make The Internal Pain Go Away. It Was The Only Way She Could Control It.