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Death waits for no vampire. —Ethan Sullivan I like bacon. —Merit
“So you traded up?” I asked, walking toward the car and opening the door. “Do you treat your relationships in the same way?” “Yes,” Ethan gravely said. “And I spent four hundred years shopping before I met you.”
“More likely a human attack than a zombie attack,” Ethan said. “Potato, potato. Either way, the attacks would be mindless, and they’d be out for blood.
“That guy,” Lindsey said, “is a douche. Asterisk, I hate him. Footnote, he can suck it.”
“We place our worries and our concerns inside this lantern,” Ethan said. “We give it the weight of our fears . . . and we set it adrift.”
“Our fears fly,” Ethan said into the quiet that had fallen. “We face them and then we set them aloft until they are extinguished.”
