Moroi Shied From The Sunlight But As

A Ghostly Smile Flickered Across His Face. "if You Weren't So Psychotic, You'd Be Fun To Hang Around." "funny, I Feel That Way About You Too." He Didn't Say Anything Else, But The Smile Grew, And He Walked Away.

Oh... Adrian, I've Got One More Favor To Ask You. A Big One." "fondue?" He Asked Hopefully.

Oh God," I Said. "i'm Zmey's Daughter. Zmey Junior. Zmeyette, Even.

Bound By Love, But Sworn To Kill.

What Was Love, Really? Flowers, Chocolate, And Poetry? Or Was It Something Else? Was It Being Able To Finish Someone's Jokes? Was It Having Absolute Faith That Someone Was There At Your Back? Was It Knowing Someone So Well That They Instantly Understood Why You Did The Things You Did—and Shared Those Same Beliefs?