It’s not twisted. I’m your dhampir, you’re my Moroi, done. Some days we’re cookie teenagers and other days I’m risking my neck to protect you from an ancient race of predatory vampires. Or whoever else, and that’s life. At least until they come up with a better word for it.
"I’d never let you suffer."
Laura Moser, my mother.
Oh, god. Please don’t cry, it’s gonna be okay. Close your eyes, Dexter.
-Everything’s going to be okay. The center will hold.
-How do you know?
-Because we are the center.
”.. You do not get unlimited chances to have the things we want. And this I know. Nothing is worse than missing an opportunity that could change your life.”