In The End That Was The Choice

I Thought... That We Could At Least Talk About Books.

...in Paris She Found Magnus, Who Was Living In A Garret Apartment And Paiting, An Occupation For Which He Had No Aptitude Whatsoever. He Let Her Sleep On A Mattress By The Window, And In The Night, When She Woke Up Screaming For Will, He Came And Put His Arms Around Her, Smelling Of Turpentine. "the First One Is Always The Hardest," He Said. "the First?" "the First One You Love Who Dies," He Said. "it Gets Easier, After.

It Was A Bit Warm. Still. If One Could Look This Fabulous, One Had An Obligation To. One Should Wear Everything, Or One Should Wear Nothing At All.

Magic Is Dangerous- But Love Is More Dangerous Still

Do You Even Really Know How Vampires Are Made?' 'well, When A Mommy Vampire And A Daddy Vampire Love Each Other Very Much.