Vlad's heart sank into his stomach, then squeezed its way down his leg and popped out of the hole in his shoe, where it struck the floor and broke.

Whoever had decided that school should start so early in the morning and last all day long needed to be hunted down and forced to watch hours of educational televison without the aid of caffine.

Because pieces of your heart clearly weigh more when they're sitting shattered at the bottom of your stomach.

Ain’t nothing too serious. Even death is a joke on the old devil, if we are living for the Lord.

They'll torture you for months before killing you if you run" Otis shrugged, as if this was an everyday occurrence.

She raised a sharp eyebrow at him. "Vlad, no offense, but look at you. If you're not a vampire, you're clearly the most anemic goth I've ever seen."... "We believed you. Because that's what friends do."
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