Lili St. Crow

You__e kidnapped my friend. Sucked her brain out! Not that she had much to begin with, but____ite me._ The laughter didn__ hurt, now. I didn__ even feel weird saying it. Bite me.Pretty funny, for a part-vampire.__a. You wish. Lesbo vamp girl.___esbo?___ou love me.___e__ never work, Nat. You__e too high maintenance.__e both cracked up, and right then, the darkness was kind.

Discipline allows magic. To be a writer is to be the very best of assassins. You do not sit down and write every day to force the Muse to show up. You get into the habit of writing every day so that when she shows up, you have the maximum chance of catching her, bashing her on the head, and squeezing every last drop out of that bitch.

I rubbed at my temple, where the zit was gone. It still hurt a little , though, deep under the skin. I hate those zits that burrow underground. You think they've vanished, but no, they just barricade themselves right next to the bone and hurt.

Anything for you, Dru. And I mean it. Now, be quiet and let me concentrate.

Who. Hit. You?

No,_ he agreed. __ou__e not. She never caused me this agony.__hat could I say to that? The way he was looking at me was making my head feel funny. Was making me feel funny and not just in that oh God I just almost died way.Christophe leaned in. His mouth was a mere centimetres from me. __he never made me think I would die of heart failure. She never, never made me fear for her this way.

And death doesn't wait for you when your rested and ready. It sneaks up on you when your exhausted and hungry and cold and so scared you can't even see straight

I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.

To Gran, __trong medicine_ could be good or bad, just like the laxatives she was forevertalking about. Good for makin_ the mail move smooth, but too much and you shit yerbrains out.-strange angels

Graves leaned forward, eyeing me. __ey, Dru. You were French-kissing awinged snake. Creeptastic.

It's woman's power, food is. You be sure you know where'n the hook is before swallerin' it, Dru. You mind me, now.

You can only shove shit under your bed for so long before it starts moving around and wanting to get out. You can only cope for so long before everything breaks.

I love you!" he shouted, his eyes glowing laser green."I love you, okay? I'm not some hopeless retard you pull along behind you because you feel sorry for him! I love you and I'm going to prove it!

Every kid's afraid of that right? That someday you'll be left in a corner, like a toy, staring with button eyes and a broken heart.

Fury ignited behind my breastbone , a hot glow like coals blooming into something sharp and dangerous. It was the same old crap- someone thinking they can push you around because you're young, because you're helpless. You had to just sit there and take it because you were under a certain number , because you weren't a real person yet; you could be picked up and dropped like a toy, left behind or thrown away...