Stop Bitching And Try Again.

Ian’s The Black Sheep.” “i Thought I Was The Black Sheep,” Said Seth, Sounding Almost Hurt. “no. You’re The Unfocused Artistic One. I’m The Responsible One. Ian’s The Wild, Hedonistic One.” “what’s Hedonistic?” Asked Kendall. Her Father Considered. “it Means You Run Up A Lot Of Credit Card Bills You Can’t Pay, Change Jobs A Lot, And Have A Lot Of…lady Friends.

Didn’t Understand Love? Was She Crazy? If She Only Knew What I’d Sacrificed For Dimitri, What I’d Done To Be Where I Was Now . . . All For Love. She Was The One Who Couldn’t Understand. Love Wasn’t A Fling In A Back Room At A Party. It Was Something You Lived And Died For.

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 Changed My Mind," He Said. "i'll Take You Up On Helping Me Get A Job." I Almost Swerved Into Oncoming Traffic.

God Might Work On Mysterious Ways, But Hell Worked On Efficient Ones.