With heightened senses it remained motionless and looked through bulbous eyes. It could taste fear in the air. Pheromones. Sweat. Food was near, but more importantly, so was its new home.
Stop fighting me! " he said, trying to pull on the arm he held. He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.“ Let go of me! ”...
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Richelle Mead
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
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T.S. Eliot
Fresh is better. But you've never drunk fresh blood. Have you?" Simon raised his eyebrow in response." Well, aside from mine of course, " Jace said. "And I'm pretty sure my blood is fan-tastic.
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Cassandra Clare
Crap, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"" I'm thinking we have about fifteen vampires and no blood, " Claire said. "Is that it?"" No, I was thinking we're out of chips. Of course that's what I was thinking.
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Rachel Caine
So--what's it like, being a vampire?"" Aline! " Isabelle looked appalled. "You can't just go around asking people what's it like to be a vampire! "" I don't see why, " Aline said. "He hasn't been a vampire that long, has he? So he must...
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Cassandra Clare
