Memories Were Short And History Unkind. It

It Was A Brutal Picture, A Tug-of-war Between Two Equal But Opposing Impulses. It Had The Ring Of Truth, However.

Be Yourself-- Matthew Clairmont. Complete With Your Sharp Vampire Teeth And Your Scary Mother, Your Test Tubes Full Of Blood And Your Dna, Your Infuriating Bossiness And Your Maddening Sense Of Smell.

Be Still,” He Said, Voice Harsh. “i Might Not Be Able To Control Myself If You Step Away.

Are You Smelling Me?” After Yesterday I Suspected That My Body Was Giving Him All Kinds Of Information I Didn't Want Him To Have. “don't Tempt Me,” He Murmured.

The King Just Sits There, Moving One Square At A Time. The Queen Can Move So Freely. I Suppose I’d Rather Lose The Game Than Forfeit Her Freedom.