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Are you sure?" Aidan asked, "Gavriel's still a vampire." "He warned me about you and about them. He didn't have to. I'm not going to repay that by-" she hesitated, then frowned. "What did you call him?" "That's his name," Aidan sighed, "Gavriel. The other vampires, while they were tying me to the bed, they said his name." "Oh." With a final tug she pulled the blanked free and tossed it over to 'Gavriel

Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.

Be careful," Aidan called from the bed. "You don't know what he might do." "We all know what you'd do, though, don't we?

He whom the gods love dies young.

You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

please,Tana,please.' -lots of characters in The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

His voice had a faint trace of an accent she couldn't place - one that made her pretty sure he was no local kid infected the night before.

I don't want to be a vampire' she told herself. But in her dreams, she kind of did.

I'm sorry,' she said to each of the dead as she unzipped and unfastened their things, 'I'm sorry Courtney. I'm sorry Marcus. I'm sorry Rachel. I'm sorry Jon. I'm sorry I'm alive and you're dead. I'm sorry I was asleep. I'm sorry I didn't save you and now I'm taking your things. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.

Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?

Children__ and YA books are about being brave and kind, about learning wisdom and love, about that journey into and through maturity that we all keep starting, and starting again, no matter how old we get. I think that__ why so many adults read YA: we__e never done coming of age.

We bite back the things we can't say and we cushion every surface for the inevitable moment when they all come fighting out.

I don't know what I believe. I guess that makes me a Christmas Tree Agnostic.

Of course, that__ how life is. A turn of events may seem very small at the time it__ happening, but you never really know, do you? How can you?

With faces entirely invisible through suits, it was hard to be sure, but my impression was that he was watching me and copying my every move. I felt this proved he was intelligent.

There are two types of visions. Those that will happen no matter what, and those that can be stopped. Now more than ever, I wish I could tell them apart.

Jo told me once that she was an old woman everywhere but in her studio. __here I__ only myself,_ she__ said. Standing in the middle of masterpieces that only Jo had ever seen and touched, I knew what she meant.