I’m your dhampir, you’re my Moroi, done. Some days we’re cookie teenagers and other days I’m risking my neck to protect you from an ancient race of predatory vampires. Or whoever else, and that’s life. At least until they come up with a better word for it.

I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.


That…that was the only thing he could remember about his life.


 ”Nice to meet ya, shank.” the boy said. “Welcome to the Glade.”


I picked up an issue of Cosmopolitan the other day that had tips for job interviews, because I was like, ‘I need to get better at interviews.’ The article was basically about how to get someone not to hate you in 20 minutes. Every single thing they told you not to do, I was like, ‘I do that every day.’