Guide to dating on the dark side
I jammed the pitchfork in the general direction of his foot and ran like hell for the house, ignoring his yowl of pain.” ― “Lucius needs you. "He is not going to bite me," I interrupted, pointing a shaky finger at Lucius. I don't care what kind of 'betrothal ceremony' they had! ” ― “But Lucius was staring at the beamed ceiling of the barn, pacing around, hands clasped behind his back, muttering to himself. I've brought you a book— a guide, so to speak—which will explain everything—" I stood up so fast my chair tipped over, smashing to the floor. ""Because...because he's so tall," Mindy explained, like height was proof of good character. Could you, perhaps, have one of the local women fashion a crude poppet out of, say, a wooden spool and some scraps of wool? Aesthetic standars for this particular collection were not high, believe me. This has been decreed since our births." I couldn't even process the "getting married" part, or the thing about "decreed." He'd lost me at "vampire." Nuts. "It's late, and we're all tired and a little overwhelmed. I would have thought your pitchfork skills would be attractive to certain bachelors here in farm country.” ― “And as we kissed, really kissed, something inside me was smashed, like a splitting atom, erupting with all the force of a shattering nucleus. It was like I'd found my place in the universe, in the chaos, and Lucius and I could go along locked together throughout time without end, like pi, existing infinitely, irrationally, spinning through time.” ― “I shan't take advantage,' Lucius promised seriously. But I am afraid that I am compelled to pursue this courtship until Antanasia realizes her place at my side. "Because your parents refuse to inform you, I will deliver the news myself,and I shall make this simple for you." He pointed to his chest and announced, as though talking to a child, "I am a vampire." He pointed to my chest. And we are to be married, the moment you come of age. ” ― “No one's making any decisions today," Mom translated. I wanted to run to the knife drawer, grab the biggest blade I could find, and plunge it into my heart.
You sounded ecstatic.” ― “December is celebrated quite heartily here in the United States. Every conceivable space is corseted with strands of twinkle lights, buildings are smothered beneath greenery, and a mass mania for erecting oversized, inflatable, waving "snowmen" in front of homes erupts amid the populace. Imagine paying for the privilege of dragging a filthy piece of forest into your living area for the purpose of bedecking it with glass balls and staring at it. If one needed to display glass balls-and I highly discorage it-why not just a case of some sort? She hasn't even kissed a boy yet, for goodness' sake." Lucius smirked at me, raising one eyebrow.