She Is Mine, And I Am Hers.

It Was Something Of A Mystery How A Couple Of Teenage Girls Had Managed To Escape Detection For Two Years, Especially When One Of Them Was A Privileged Moroi Princess And The Other A Delinquent Dhampir With A Disciplinary File So Long That It Broke School Records.

It’s Easy To Want Peace And Love In Hypothetical Situations—then Reality Sets In, And Sometimes We Have To Do What’s Ugly.

The Future Of Our Relationship Hinged On Advice From A Fifteen-year Old Girl, A Probably Untrue Story From A One-eyed Chihuahua Trainer, And Me Unromantically – Yet Skillfully – Kissing You On Top Of Silverware And China?

Once When I Was Ninth Grade I Had To Write A Paper On A Poem. One Of The Lines Was"if Your Eyes Weren't Open You Wouldn't Know The Difference Between Dreaming And Waking' It Hadn't Meant Meant Much To Me At The Time. After All There'd Been A Guy In The Class That I Liked So How Could I Be Expected To Pay Attention To Literary Analysis? Now Three Year Later I Understand The Poem Perfectly.

But Also... Well, You And I Will Both Be Lissa's Gaurdians Someday. I Need To Protect Her At All Cost. If A Pack Of Strogoi Come, I Need To Throw My Body Between Them And Her." "i Know That. Of Course That's What You Have To Do." The Black Sparkles Were Dancing In Front Of My Eyes Again. I Was Fading Out. "no. If I Let Myself Love You, I Won't Throw Myself In Front Of Her. I'll Throw Myself In Front Of You.