“Elena was able to watch as the world around her became fragmented, each piece quickly fading into darkness until they were suspended in time, held aloft by an umbral fabric woven in threads of adamant, gold and copper. If Elena… — Eva Vanrell Copy Share Image
“Wait.” Stefan’s voice was hard suddenly. Bonnie and Elena turned back and froze, embracing each other, trembling. “What is your—your father—going to do to you when he finds out that you allowed this?” "He will not kill me,” Sage said… — L.J. Smith Copy Share Image
