Book: The night sky

Have the courage to be free.

... death itself is not able to take away from us the memories or the soul of a loved one, forever near us.

Everything has a price and sometimes it is too high.

Some are so easy to destroy someone's life, and really scary when such power goes to those who don't know neither pity nor compassion.

Sleep is not just an illusion, and our second reality. The world in which we not only look occasionally, but live in it night after night a different life.

- But he...
- He started this game. interrupted her, Olivia. - And he is at her confused.

Only here do they feel pain? Not a physical one. If Leela was more like a normal girl than a vampire, the Dylan she had seen nothing no humanity and no compassion. So unless such a creature is capable of feeling?

- You know how easily I could break your neck? angrily he roared, finding himself behind Emily. Dylan's hand gently slid across her hair, down to his neck.
Closing her eyes, Emily once again replayed in my head his voice, coming to the conclusion that he finally lost control, but did not stop.
- So do it. - she whispered and turned to face him opened her eyes.

- Play? - on her face appeared a frightening interest in what is happening, Olivia became mad. She spun Emily to himself, and clenched her throat with a hand and smiled.

Only multiple bitter experience has shown that people create a false, so, leave them with hope, or just wait for something more makes no sense.

Any question do not make sense, if it sounds untruthful answer.

Feeling like you just cracked the bone begins to heal, he enjoyed the pain. Only she can distract him from the thoughts that whispered to him: "How dare she, kill her, kill her now..."

- SIS, you're a hundred and fifty-four years. Don't you know what do boys and girls alone? - having entered the living room, he walked over to the sofa on which Emily lay.

Sliding a glance his way, Emily and unexpectedly for me, came to puzzling. The appearance of Dylan is absolutely not part of the current "Lovelace". Black hair falling from his shoulders, sight of bright green eyes which run goose bumps. The facial features of this guy resemble a perfect work of the sculptor. In all the movements of Dylan's present aristocratic grace.