Why Are You Hanging Around,

If I Was Drunk, I Wouldn’t Be Here At All. And Really, This Is Pretty Good For Four White Russians.” “white What?” I Almost Sat Down But Was Afraid The Chair Might Dematerialize Beneath Me. “it’s A Drink,” He Said. “you’d Think I Wouldn’t Be Into Something Named That—you Know, Considering My Own Personal Experience With Russians. But They’re Surprisingly Delicious. The Drinks, Not Real Russians.

It Was Impossible To Get The Dimitri And Tasha Thing Out Of My Head, But At Least Packing And Getting Ready Made Sure I Didn't Devote 100 Percent Of My Brain Power To Him. More Like 95 Percent.

I'm Like A Fine Wine. I Get Better With Age. The Best Is Yet To Come.

It Was Something Of A Mystery How A Couple Of Teenage Girls Had Managed To Escape Detection For Two Years, Especially When One Of Them Was A Privileged Moroi Princess And The Other A Delinquent Dhampir With A Disciplinary File So Long That It Broke School Records.

Something Clenched In My Chest, And For A Moment, The Whole World Narrowed Down To The Green Of His Eyes.