I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.
Friends are the family you choose (~ Nin/Ithilnin, Elven rogue).
A fit, healthy body—that is the best fashion statement
Please, touch me, I pray.
Too many adults wish to 'protect' teenagers when they should be stimulating them to read of life as it is lived.
Okay, God, I thought. Get me out of this and I’ll stop my half-assed church-going ways. You got me past a pack of Strigoi tonight. I mean, trapping that one between the doors really shouldn't have worked, so clearly you're on board. Let me get out of here, and I’ll...I don’t know. Donate Adrian’s money to the poor. Get baptized. Join a convent. Well, no. Not that last one.
Anya looked upon Nin admirably. Having him as a partner-in-crime—if only on this one occasion, which she hoped would only be the start of something more—was more revitalizing than the cheap thrills of a cookie-cutter shallow, superficial romance, where the top priority was how beautiful a person was on the outside.