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339 pages, Paperback
First published December 28, 2004
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“Love isn't easy. Anyone who says differently is lying to you. But it is worth fighting for.”
"Life is serious."
"No," she said, her passion glowing in her blue gaze. "Life is and adventure. It's thrilling and scary. Sometimes it's even a bit boring, but is should never be serious."
“Saeva scaeva,” Valerius muttered under his breath.
“Saeve puer,” she shot back.
Valerius actually gaped at her. “Did you just insult me in Latin?”
“You insulted me first. Not that I’m particularly insulted by being called a rampant she-devil . It’s kind of flattering, but still, I’m not the kind of person to take an insult in silence.”
In spite of himself, he was impressed. It had been a long time indeed since he’d met a female who knew his native tongue. Of course, he didn’t like being called an oafish boy, but there was something to be said for a woman who possessed such intelligence.
And it had been an eternity since he was around someone who didn’t openly disdain him. She wasn’t biting in her retorts. Rather she was sparring with him like a champion debater who took none of this to heart.
How unusual…
How frighteningly refreshing.
When one was an immortal, the freshness of life had a way of dying even more quickly than one's body had. As the centruies blended together, it was easy to forget the human side of oneself. To remember why humanity needed saving.
It was hard to remember how to laugh. Then again, laughter and Valerius were virtual strangers. Until Tabitha, he'd never really shared a laugh with anyone.
"...I guess I feel like all of us misfits need to hang together. At least that way we don't swing alone."
"I'm an acquired taste. Most of my best friends had to know me for years before they could even stand my presence. I'm like mold, I usually grow on
you very slowly."
...she was amusing and charming in a most unexpected way...Brazen temptress, vampire slayer, complete uncouth lunatic woman that she was.
"...you can be known as Val or Babycakes."
His gaze darkened. "My name is Valerius and I will not answer to Val."
She shrugged. "Fine then, Babycakes, have it your way."
Unlike most Dark-Hunters, he wasn't a leather-wearing
barbarian. He was the epitome of sophistication. Breeding. Nobility.
"Life is serious."
"No, Life is an adventure. It's thrilling and
scary. Sometimes it's even a bit boring, but it should never be serious."