Anger Based On Calculated Reason Is More

The Incident With Dawn Hadn't Been One Of My Finer Moments. I Honestly Hadn't Expected To Break Any Bones When I Shoved Her Into A Tree. Still, The Incident Had Given Me A Dangerous Reputation. The Story Had Gained Legendary Status, And I Liked To Imagine That It Was Still Being Told Around Campfires Late At Night. Judging By The Look On The Girl's Face, It Was.

The Future Is Always Changing. If We Had No Choices, There'd Be No Point In Living.

When He Finished, He Drank From The Cup. Everyone Else Did Too, So I Followed Suit. And Nearly Choked To Death. It Was Like Fire In Liquid Form. It Took Every Ounce Of Strength I Had To Swallow It And Not Spray It On Those Around Me. "wh...what Is This?" I Asked, Coughing. Viktoria Grinned. "vodka." I Peered At The Glass. "no, It Isn't. I've Had Vodka Before." "not Russian Vodka." Apparently Not.

I Left Her There Crying As I Walked Toward The Gate. A Piece Of My Soul Had Died When Dimitri Had Fallen. Turning My Back On Her Now, I Felt Another Piece Die As Well. Soon There Wouldn't Be Anything Left Inside Me.

Iʹve Seen You Too. Ozera. Crispin, Right?ʺ ʺchristian,ʺ Corrected Lissa. ʺright.ʺ .... ʺso What Brings You And Christopher Here?ʺ Asked Blake. He Finished A Glass Of Something Amber Colored And Set It Down Beside The New Drink. ʺchristian,ʺ Said Christian. .... Blake Gave Her Puppy-dog Eyes. ʺbut You Just Got Here! I Was Hoping We Could Get To Know Each Other.ʺ It Went Without Saying What He Meant By That. ʺoh. And Kreskin Too.