I said she looked dead,” Lexa said, her eyes lifting to stare into mine. “She looked rotten.

Sweet,” Stacey said. “Well, let’s go check out the dark basement of the abandoned insane asylum. Nothing could possibly go wrong down there.

Some people just find denial more attractive than adjusting their beliefs to new information.

Don't you love fall?" Stacey asked. "All the little festivals, the changing leaves, kids in Halloween costumes, the dead spewing up out of their graves to haunt the living...

I vant to zuk your blood." He waved his black gloved hands above his head as he tried out his awful Transylvanian accent. "You vish," She replied.

You're murderers," she told the stunned crowd. "You killed him. He was a miracle, and you killed him. Now you've just got me. And I'm a curse.