Hurry Up, Mundie Boy, We've Got Work

A Very Magnanimous Statement, Gideon,” Said Magnus. “i’m Gabriel.” Magnus Waved A Hand. “all Lightwoods Look The Same To Me.

Will You Do Me The Honor Of Being My Wife?

Atque In Pepetuum, Frater, Ave Atque Vale,” He Whispered. The Words Of The Poem Had Never Seemed So Fitting: Forever And Ever, My Brother, Hail And Farewell.

A Diary With No Drawings Of Me In It? Where Are The Torrid Fantasies? The Romance Covers?

You Have Something On Your Neck. What Looks Like A Bite Mark, What Were You Doing Out All Night, Anyway? Nothing. I Went Walking In The Park. Tried To Clear My Head. And Ran Into A Vampire What? No! I Fell. On Your Neck?