The Drake farmhouse was like the chimpanzee enclosure at the zoo when feeding time was late.
You know, if all the chimpanzees were undead.
And insane.
Mots clés lucy-hamilton
Solange looked enthralled, manic. Deadly. So I did the only thing I could think of.
I threw a snowball at her head.
Mots clés lucy-hamilton
The Drake's didn't lure drunk college students out of the bars and compel them to forget being fed on. Well, maybe Quinn used to, but I could guarantee none of those girls needed to be compelled.
Alyxandra HarveyMots clés lucy-hamilton
I knew how he felt, how it was like being swallowed by winter, so that even your insides were too stark and too cold.
Alyxandra HarveyMots clés lucy-hamilton
...and Lucy." She looked like she might cry.
'What about her?'
"Lucy smells like food." She nearly gagged saying it.
'Sol, all that's normal. Lucy smelled good before I turned, and now she smells even better. But I haven't tried to eat her face and neither will you.'
"She's not safe in this house."
'Safer than out there,' I argued, even though I agreed with her. 'Look, you used to eat hamburgers.'
She blinked, confused. "So?"
'So, did you ever walk through one of the farms at a field party and suddenly try to eat a cow?'
"Um, no." Her chuckle was watery but it was better than nothing. "And, ew."
'Exactly. You can crave blood and not eat your best friend.
Mots clés humor change vampire lucy-hamilton solange-drake drake-chronicals nicholas-drake
Page 1 de 1.
Data privacy
Imprint
Contact
Diese Website verwendet Cookies, um Ihnen die bestmögliche Funktionalität bieten zu können.