I might have to drink the blood of animals to stay alive, but I would never feast on one of my own kind, no matter what Mr.Crepsley said, or hows much my belly growled.

Did you hear it?”
“Just about,” I said, trembling nervously.
“That’s not good enough.” She frowned. “Just about will kill you.

I don’t think anyone ever remembers what they were really like as kids. Adults think they do, but they don’t. Photos and videos don’t capture the real you, or bring back to life the person you used to be. You have to return to the past to do that.

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