Things On The Essential List: Vodka, Nine

"well, I'm Supposed To Be Crazy, Right?" [...] "and There Isn't Much I Wouldn't Do For You. The Stupider, The Better."

No, Thank You," Said Adrian. "these Hands Don't Sully Themselves With Fighting.

I Wrapped My Arms Around His Neck And Pulled Him Closer. I Didn't Care That We Were Out In Public. I Didn't Care That He Was Moroi. All That Mattered Was That He Was Adrian, My Adrian. My Match. My Partner In Crime.

Don't Be Too Hasty," She Warned. "conserve Your Strength. If You're Too Eager To Fight The Undead, You May Find Yourselves Joining Them. Then You'd Never See Us Again, And We'd Be Very Sad." "yes," Said Christian. "i'd Cry Into My Pillow Every Night." I Resisted The Urge To Kick Him. "well, I Couldn't Visit If I Was Strigoi, Yeah, But Hopefully I'd Just Die A Normal Death. Then I Could Come See You As A Ghost.

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