Don't Worry, Little Dhampir. You Might Be

Abe Glanced At Rose. "you See That?" He Said. "now That's Devotion." She Rolled Her Eyes At Him.

Since When Do We Even Play Games?” “since When Don’t We Play Games? Games Of Life, Games Of Death. Games Of Love, Of Hope, Of Chance, Of Despair, And Of All The Myriad Wonders In Between.” I Rolled My Eyes At The Newcomer. “hello, Carter.

I Stared. "canadian Satanists? You're Sending Me To A Group Of Canadian Satanists?

We Need To Get Inside. I Think My Hair Gel’s Frozen.

Do Not Do That Again," He Said Stiffly. "don't Kiss Me Back Then," I Retorted. He Stared At Me For What Seemed Like Forever. "i Don't Give 'zen Lessons' To Hear Myself Talk. I Don't Give Them Because You're Another Student. I'm Doing This To Teach You Control." "you're Doing A Great Job," I Said Bitterly.