“You can’t hurt him. He’s an endangered species!” “Vampires are not endangered.” Van’s tone made it clear that it was his life’s work to rectify this regrettable situation. “No, not that,” Zack said dismissively. “He’s a Victorian!” “Brainwashed,” Van muttered.… — Helen Keeble Copy Share Image
“I ran straight into the wooden fence at the foot of the field. I was lucky that it had been a rail fence, rather… — Helen Keeble Copy Share Image
“He threw back his shoulders, a hunter preparing to stalk his prey across the night...and pulled an iPhone out of his pocket. "You are… — Helen Keeble Copy Share Image
“And then he did move, because my hardcover copy of Breaking Dawn whacked him full in the face, with all my vampiric strength propelling… — Helen Keeble Copy Share Image
“I was a vampire, and... someone was trying to call me? When my parents had said that not even death could pry me from… — Helen Keeble Copy Share Image
“According to the date on Van’s driver’s license, he was seventeen. Somehow he’d looked a lot older when he’d been trying to cut my… — Helen Keeble Copy Share Image
“I yelled, wishing that the ground would open up and swallow me – or better yet, my parents.” — Helen Keeble Copy Share Image
“I broke off from my hummed rendition of "U Can't Touch This.""I'm a seraph," I reminded her happily."I'm supposed to sing constant praises." "Not… — Helen Keeble Copy Share Image
“„You don't really want to do this. I'm a good vampire – I mean, like, a vampire with a soul, not that I'm really… — Helen Keeble Copy Share Image
“Dad got me a ... guinea pig?" "For breakfast," Zack said. "That's why I named her Toast. You aren't going to eat her, are… — Helen Keeble Copy Share Image
“You can’t hurt him. He’s an endangered species!” “Vampires are not endangered.” Van’s tone made it clear that it was his life’s work to… — Helen Keeble Copy Share Image
“We both looked down at the stake through my heart. Funny. I would have thought that should hurt more. From the look on the… — Helen Keeble Copy Share Image
“I stared hard at the sheep, trying to see if I could view the movement of its blood through its skin, or sense the… — Helen Keeble Copy Share Image
