Good God. Men Everywhere.

I Decided The Alchemists Needed An Entire Department Devoted To Handling Adrian Ivashkov.

I Don't Suppose You Offered To Help?" "sage," Adrian Declared. "these Hands Don't Do Manual Labor." He Knocked Another Ball Into A Hole. "you Want To Play?" "what? With You?" "no, With Clarence." He Sighed At My Dumbfounded Look. "yes, Of Course With Me.

I Also Never Would Have Imagined I'd Quote Back A Church Lesson, But When The Rest Of The Crowd Stood Up To Take Communion, I Found Myself Saying To Dimitri: "don't You Think That If God Can Supposedly Forgive You, It's Kind Of Egotistical For You Not To Forgive Yourself?" "how Long Have You Been Waiting To Use That Line On Me?" He Asked. "actually, It Just Came To Me. Pretty Good, Huh? I Bet You Thought I Wasn't Paying Attention." "you Weren't. You Never Do. You Were Watching Me.

Yeah? Can You Draw A Skeleton Riding A Motorcycle With Flames Coming Out Of It? And I Want A Pirate Hat On The Skeleton. And A Parrot On His Shoulder. A Skeleton Parrot. Or Maybe A Ninja Skeleton Parrot? No, That Would Be Overkill. But It'd Be Cool If The Biker Skeleton Could Be Shooting Some Ninja Throwing Stars. That Are On Fire.

By The Way, My Name's Rose Hathaway. I'm Seventeen Years Old, Training To Protect And Kill Vampires, In Love With A Completely Unsuitable Guy, And Have A Best Friend Whose Weird Magic Could Drive Her Crazy. Hey, No One Said High School Was Easy.